Paroles et traduction Sardor Mamadaliyev - Do'st

Do'st

Do′stim!
Do'stim! Do′stim onang qariyapti,
Hushyor bo'lgin, ogoh bo'l!
Sal shabboda qaddin egar,
Tirgak bo′lgin, panoh bo′l!

O'ylamaki, hayot mangu,
Onam ming yil yashaydi.
Bu dunyoda har ne zotdan,
Ona mo′rtga o'xshaydi.

Bir so′zingdan yashnab ketar,
Chaman bog'lar hech gapmas.
Bir so′zingdan qulab tushar,
Tog' - u toshlar hech gapmas.
Bir so'zingdan qulab tushar,
Tog′ - u toshlar hech gapmas.

Do′stim!
Do'stim onang qariyapti,
Hushyor bo′lgin, ogoh bo'l!
Do′stim otang qariyapti,
Panoh bo'lgin, tirgak bo′l!

Senga ertak ayta - ayta,
Ertaklarga aylanar.
Bir kun u ham onasiday,
Maysalarga boylanar.

Unda sening alamlaring,
Yegan oshing, noningdur.
Onang tirik yursa magar,
Shavkat - shon, iymoningdur.
Unda sening alamlaring,
Yegan oshing, noningdur.
Onang tirik yursa magar,
Shavkat - shon iymoningdur.

Do'stim!
Do'stim! Do′stim onang qariyapti,
Hushyor bo′lgin, ogoh bo'l!
Do′stim otang qariyapti,
Panoh bo'lgin, tirgak bo′l!
Sal shabboda qaddin egar,
Panoh bo'lgin, tirgak bo′l!

Dearest

My Dearest!
My Dearest! My Dearest, your mother's growing old,
Stay alert, and stay guarded!
In a few years, her body will weaken,
Be her pillar, let her lean on you!

Don't think, that life is endless,
My mother will live for a thousand years.
Every soul in this world,
Is as delicate as my mother.

She can blossom from a single word you speak,
The gardens of heaven are no match for her.
She can crumble at a word you speak,
The mountains and stones speak no word.
She can crumble at a word you speak,
The mountains and stones speak no word.

My Dearest!
My Dearest, your mother's growing old,
Stay alert, and stay guarded!
My Dearest, your father's growing old,
Let her lean on you, be her pillar!

I tell you tales,
Until they become tales themselves.
One day, you will be like your mother,
You will be youthful and strong.

Then, your children will be your world,
Your only food and drink.
But if your mother is still alive,
She will be your comfort, honor, and faith.
Then, your children will be your world,
Your only food and drink.
But if your mother is still alive,
She will be your comfort, honor, and faith.

My Dearest!
My Dearest, my Dearest, your mother's growing old,
Stay alert, and stay guarded!
My Dearest, your father's growing old,
Let her lean on you, be her pillar!
In a few years, her body will weaken,
Let her lean on you, be her pillar!