Текст и перевод песни Sardor Rahimxon - Onajon

Onajon

Hayotda oz yashab, ko'p azob ko'rdim,
Gohida yiqildim, gohida turdim.
Sevgidan ham, do'stdan ham birvarakay kuydim,
Dedingiz: "Jon bolam, saqlama dilda g'am."
Mehrning narxi yo'q, do'stlarning soni,
Minnatli bo'larkan o'zganing noni.
Lekin ota-onangga kelmas ekan maloli,
Bo'zlab qolma yo'qotgach hidlab ro'moli.
Mehribonim onam,
Beozorim onam,
Beg'uborim onam,
Onajonim, onam.
Nomarddan ulfat qilib, boshimga kulfat qilib,
Davlat ketganda oldim kimga kimligim bilib.
Kecha soyamga salom berib yurgan kimsalar,
Andishasiz yurganda ortimdan g'iybat qilib.
Boshim toshga tekkanda, chekkanimda nadomat,
Tangridan erta-yu kech so'ragan menga omad,
Onam!
Duolaringiz sabab omad quchog'in ochib,
Davru-davronim keldi, yo'qchilik nari qochib.
Aslida siz ekansiz mening baxtu-omadim,
Quyoshdek porlab turing boshimda nurlar sochib,
Onam, onam, onam.
Mehribonim onam,
Beozorim onam,
Beg'uborim onam,
Onajonim, onam.
Ichim to'lib aytdim-da gapning xonasin,
Bunchalar ham mo'rt bo'lar odam bolasi?
Eng vaxshiy inson ham dod-faryod qilib,
Yig'larkan hayotdan o'tsa onasi.
Mehrning narxi yo'q, do'stlarning soni,
Minnatli bo'larkan o'zganing noni.
Lekin ota-onangga kelmas ekan maloli,
Bu dunyoda jannatim, omon bo'lsin joni.

My Mother

In life, I have lived and suffered greatly,
Sometimes I fell, sometimes I stood.
I have burned from love and from friends alike,
You said: "My dear boy, do not keep sorrow in your heart."
The value of love is priceless, the number of friends,
Be grateful for the bread of others.
But there is no grief for parents,
Do not cry when you lose their handkerchief.
My dear mother,
My precious mother,
My spotless mother,
My mother, my mother.
I made friends with the unworthy, and brought trouble upon myself,
When my wealth was gone, I realized who I was to everyone.
Those who used to greet me yesterday,
Gossiped behind my back when I was careless.
When I hit my head on the stone, and regretted,
I prayed to God day and night for good luck,
Oh, Mother!
Your prayers opened the door to fortune,
My time has come, and poverty has fled.
In truth, you are my happiness and my fortune,
You shine like the sun above me, spreading your rays,
My mother, my mother, my mother.
My dear mother,
My precious mother,
My spotless mother,
My mother, my mother.
I filled my heart with words and emptied the room of speech,
Can a human being be so fragile?
Even the most savage man cries out,
If his mother passes away.
The value of love is priceless, the number of friends,
Be grateful for the bread of others.
But there is no grief for parents,
My heaven in this world, may she live long.