Текст и перевод песни Ozodbek Nazarbekov - Eshigingda

Eshigingda

Man nola qilay shomu sahar dod, eshigingda,
Jonimni beray, sho'xi parizod, eshigingda.

Ul lolayu rayhonu suman, toza qizil gul,
Ham sarv bukildi, qaddi shamshod eshigingda.

Zulfing sani bu jonima yuz domi bo'ladur,
Jonim qushi sayd o'ldi chun sayyod eshigingda.

Man nola qilay shomu sahar dod, eshigingda,
Jonimni beray, sho'xi parizod, eshigingda.

Olam borisi lazzati husningni topibdur,
Giryonu fig'on, nolayu faryod eshigingda.

Man nola qilay shomu sahar dod, eshigingda,
Jonimni beray, sho'xi parizod, eshigingda.

Savdoyi muhabbatga tushibman sani izlab,
O'ldirdi g'aming, ko'zlari jallod, eshigingda.

Ashkim to'kubon hajru g'amingda kecha-kunduz,
Vayrona vatan - manzili obod eshigingda.

Man nola qilay shomu sahar dod, eshigingda,
Jonimni beray, sho'xi parizod, eshigingda.

Ul husnu jamolingning o'ti Mashrabga tushubdur,
Parvonasifat kuydi, parizod, eshigingda.

Man nola qilay shomu sahar dod, eshigingda,
Jonimni beray, sho'xi parizod, eshigingda.
Parizod, eshigingda.
Eshigingda.

At Your Doorstep

How can I endure, from dusk till dawn, at your doorstep,
My soul I'd give, my playful fairy, at your doorstep.

Tulips and basil, pure crimson blooms I gather,
Even the cypress bows, its form so slender, at your doorstep.

Your tresses are a hundred snares for my yearning soul,
My spirit, a bird, lies hunted, for you are the fowler, at your doorstep.

How can I endure, from dusk till dawn, at your doorstep,
My soul I'd give, my playful fairy, at your doorstep.

All the world's delights reside within your beauty's hold,
Lament and cries, pleadings untold, echo at your doorstep.

How can I endure, from dusk till dawn, at your doorstep,
My soul I'd give, my playful fairy, at your doorstep.

Lost in the trade of love, seeking your embrace,
Your sorrow slays, your eyes, executioners of grace, at your doorstep.

Tears I shed, in your absence and grief, day and night,
A ruined land, my dwelling, finds solace in your sight, at your doorstep.

How can I endure, from dusk till dawn, at your doorstep,
My soul I'd give, my playful fairy, at your doorstep.

Your beauty's fire has consumed Mashrab's heart,
Like a moth, he burns, oh celestial counterpart, at your doorstep.

How can I endure, from dusk till dawn, at your doorstep,
My soul I'd give, my playful fairy, at your doorstep.
My playful fairy, at your doorstep.
At your doorstep.