Текст и перевод песни Jahongir Otajonov - Ajib Dunyo

Ajib Dunyo

Bu Dunyo bir ajib Yer dir
Muxabbat bor saodat yo'q
Muxabbattan paydo ming hil
Jinoyat bor adolat yo'q
Yo'q yo'q

Bu Dunyo bir ajib Yer dir
Muxabbat bor saodat yo'q
Muxabbattan paydo ming hil
Jinoyat bor adolat yo'q
Yo'q yo'q yo'q

Bu Dunyoda kerak bilsin
Adolat izlagan inson
Bu yo'lda ko'p balolar ko'p
Musibat bor shikoyat yo'q

Adolat sohibi vaqti
Ibodatda shahid bol'di
Adolat qonuni shunday
Shaxodat bor maniyat yo'q

Nedanki qiymati hech bir
Kafanlik yetmagan joyda
Arzimas ne'mat ustunda
Raqobat bor g'azolat yo'q

Agar inson o'zin tuproq
Dan ustun bildi shaytondir
Takkabbur chun qiyomatda
Mazammat bor shafoat yo'q
Yo'q yo'q yo'q

Haef san ey bani odam
Uyg'on tez g'oni g'aflatdan
Ibodat bodasin no'sh ayla
Lazzat bor kasofat yo'q
Yo'q yo'q yo'q

Tamomi ne'mati Dunyo
Bulut misoli foniydir
Ichi bo'sh sur'ati tez
Balli surat bor tasorat yo'q

Jannat bog'ini almashma
Do'zah o'ti diyoriga
Bu yanglish bir tijorattir
Hasorat bor g'animat yo'q

Senga bir vaht bo'lib Olloh
Nafas etsa chiqib joning
Kuning bitgan bo'lardi bas
Dalolat bor sadoqat yo'q

Tilingda Ollohni deysan
Dilingga shayton in qurgan
Bu til Ollohni zikr etsa
Bo'lar qalbing ziyoratgoh
Sening qalbing fazosida
Sayohat bor ziyorat yo'q

O'tar oylar o'tar yillar
Taffakkur vaqtidir elchon
Nafaslik ojiz umringda
Haqorat bor zamonat yo'q
Yo'q yo'q yo'q

The World Is Strange

This world is a strange place
If there is love, there is no happiness
Love gives birth to a thousand worries
If there is crime, there is no justice
No, no

This world is a strange place
If there is love, there is no happiness
Love gives birth to a thousand worries
If there is crime, there is no justice
No, no, no

In this world, one should know
A person seeking justice
On this path, there are many trials
If there is trouble, there is no complaint

The time of the just ruler
Was martyred in worship
Such is the law of justice
If there is testimony, there is no obstacle

What is the value of anything
When there is not enough shroud
Over petty favors
If there is competition, there is no justice

If man considers himself superior to the dust
He is of the devil
For on the Day of Judgment, the proud
If there is condemnation, there is no intercession
No, no, no

Be afraid, O son of man
Awake quickly from the slumber of heedlessness
Let your worship be pleasing
If there is enjoyment, there is no sorrow
No, no, no

All the blessings of this world
Are like clouds, fleeting
Hollow in substance, swift in appearance
If there is beautiful form, there is no substance

Do not exchange the gardens of Paradise
For the fiery abodes of Hell
This is a foolish bargain
If there is loss, there is no gain

When God wills, in an instant
Your soul will leave your body
Your day will be over
If there is guidance, there is no sincerity

Though you may speak of God
The devil whispers in your ear
If this tongue remembers God
Your heart will become a sanctuary
Within the space of your heart
If there is travel, there is no pilgrimage

Months and years will pass
It is time to reflect, O messenger
In your short and fragile life
If there is humiliation, there is no security
No, no, no