Текст и перевод песни Dildora Niyozova - Ro'molim

Ro'molim

Daryolarning bo'ylarida bir tup chinor-a,
Bir tup chinor taglarida ko'zi xumor-a.
Ko'zi xumor ko'zlariga ko'zlar tegmasin,
Ko'zmunchog'im taqib qo'yay, bo'lsin tumor-a.
Daryolarning sohilida qoldi ro'molim,
Ro'molimning uchlarida jonu-jahonim.
Sizni sevmoq, sizga kuymoq taqdir azaldir,
Yo'llaringiz chaqir ekan – tildi tovonim.
Daryolarning ul yuzida uchar o'rdaklar,
Bir-birovin quvalashib suzar o'rdaklar.
Bugun sizni ko'rmasam devonadurman,
Qadim-qadim qo'rg'onidan ko'char yuraklar.
Daryolarning sohilida qoldi ro'molim,
Ro'molimning uchlarida jonu-jahonim.
Sizni sevmoq, sizga kuymoq taqdir azaldir,
Yo'llaringiz chaqir ekan – tildi tovonim.
Daryo dilin jimirlatgan tog'larning qori,
Yigitni ham, suluvni ham o'ldirur ori.
Ori yo'qqa oshno bo'lib, ordan ayrildim,
Bunchalar ham dushvor ekan dunyoning kori.
Daryolarning sohilida qoldi ro'molim,
Ro'molimning uchlarida jonu-jahonim.
Sizni sevmoq, sizga kuymoq taqdir azaldir,
Yo'llaringiz chaqir ekan – tildi tovonim.

Daryolarning sohilida qoldi ro'molim,
Ro'molimning uchlarida jonu-jahonim.
Sizni sevmoq, sizga kuymoq taqdir azaldir,
Yo'llaringiz chaqir ekan – tildi tovonim.

My Scarf

By the riverbanks, a lone sycamore stands,
Beneath its shade, a maiden with longing eyes glances.
May no evil eye fall upon her gaze so pure,
My charm I offer as a protective cure.
By the river's edge, my scarf I left behind,
Within its threads, my heart and soul entwined.
To love you, to yearn for you, is my destined fate,
Your paths beckon, and my weary feet await.
Upon the river's vast expanse, ducks take flight,
Chasing each other, they gracefully alight.
If I don't see you today, madness will consume,
From ancient fortresses, restless hearts will bloom.
By the river's edge, my scarf I left behind,
Within its threads, my heart and soul entwined.
To love you, to yearn for you, is my destined fate,
Your paths beckon, and my weary feet await.
The mountain snow, the river's heart has stirred,
Shame can slay both the brave and the unheard.
Befriending shame, I've lost my sense of pride,
The world's burden, so hard to set aside.
By the river's edge, my scarf I left behind,
Within its threads, my heart and soul entwined.
To love you, to yearn for you, is my destined fate,
Your paths beckon, and my weary feet await.

By the river's edge, my scarf I left behind,
Within its threads, my heart and soul entwined.
To love you, to yearn for you, is my destined fate,
Your paths beckon, and my weary feet await.