Текст и перевод песни Dildora Niyozova - Ota-Onam

Ota-Onam

Bugun yana bahorlarga yalindim,
Umr degan anhorlarga yalindim,
Soniya-yu misqollarga yalindim,
Tez qaritib qo'ymang otam-onamni deb.
Yuzlarida ajin degan dog' ko'rindi,
Sochlarida buncha erta oq ko'rindi,
Xayollarim har tomonga qoq bo'lindi,
Tez qaritib qo'ymang otam-onamni deb.
Umr shuncha tez o'tibdimi,
Keksalik qo'lin tutibdimi,
Ko'nglim armonga to'libdimi,
Ota-onam qaribdimi?
Xazonlarga to'lmay turing bog'larim-ey,
Yuzimga chang solmay turing dog'larim-ey,
Shoshmay turing, ey siz, baxtli chog'larim-ey,
Tez qaritib qo'ymang otam-onamni deb.
Bugun yana havotirga chalindim,
Umid bilan armonlarga tanildim,
Karami keng osmonlarga yalindim,
Tez qaritib qo'ymang otam-onamni deb.
Umr shuncha tez o'tibdimi,
Keksalik qo'lin tutibdimi,
Ko'nglim armonga to'libdimi,
Ota-onam qaribdimi?
Ko'ngil qushi kezsaydim ko'p olam derkan,
Xofiz qani zo'r bo'lsaydi nolam derkan,
Ota-ona o'lgunicha bolam derkan,
Ayting, do'stlar farzand qachon
Otam derkan, onam derkan?

Father-Mother (Ota-Onam)

Today, I yearned again for the spring,
I yearned for the rivers of life,
I yearned for moments and particles of time,
Pleading, "Don't let my parents age so fast."
Wrinkles, like stains, appeared on their faces,
Gray hairs showed up too soon,
My thoughts scattered in all directions,
Pleading, "Don't let my parents age so fast."
Has life passed by so quickly?
Has old age taken their hand?
Is my heart filled with longing?
Have my parents grown old?
Oh, my gardens, remain free of fallen leaves,
Oh, my stains, stay away from my face,
Oh, happy times, don't rush,
Pleading, "Don't let my parents age so fast."
Today, I was struck by worry again,
I became acquainted with hope and regret,
I reached out to the vast skies,
Pleading, "Don't let my parents age so fast."
Has life passed by so quickly?
Has old age taken their hand?
Is my heart filled with longing?
Have my parents grown old?
They say the heart's bird wishes to explore many worlds,
They say, "Oh, if only Hafiz's lament was stronger,"
They say, "Until parents die, they call us their child,"
Tell me, friends, when does a child finally
Call out "Father" and "Mother"?