Текст и перевод песни Sherali Jo'rayev - Ey dil

Ey dil

Taqvodin aloqang shart uzgil, ey dil,
Fano dayri ichra qur manzil, ey dil.
May chalg'udin boshqa yo'q hosil, ey dil,
Bir-bir aytdim, quloq sol, ey dil.
Fano dayri ichra qur manzil, ey dil.
Bir-bir aytdim, quloq sol, ey dil.
Ey dil, ey dil, ey dil.

Ey dil, ey dil,
Sen nega homushsan, Layloga oshiqsan.

Qildik sayyidlikka ming xil sabab,
Qatlimga gajjagi hindi bil sabab,
Umrimga qomatin istar dil sabab,
Jonimga so'ylovchi labu til sabab.

Ey dil, ey dil,
Sen nega homushsan, Layloga oshiqsan.

Jonona qo'lingni tortma to'shimdan,
Yuzimdan yuz olma qaro xushimdan,
So'ylasam qulog'ing uzma labimdan,
Ajratma ruhimdan, aqlu hushimdan.

Ey dil, ey dil,
Sen nega homushsan, Layloga oshiqsan.

Taqvodin aloqang shart uzgil, ey dil,
Fano dayri ichra qur manzil, ey dil.
May chalg'udin boshqa yo'q hosil, ey dil,

Shuning uchun ham fano dayri ichida manzil qurib ol deyapti o'ziga,
Hosil shu ekan qarasa: mayu cholg'u ekan,
Bundan ko'ra fano dayri ichida manzil qurib ol deyapti o'ziga.

My Heart

My love, it is important that you refrain from piety,
Make your abode in the realm of mortality,
There is no other benefit in the music of the flute,
I have told you every single thing, listen to me,
Make your abode in the realm of mortality,
I have told you every single thing, listen to me,
My heart, my heart, my heart.

My heart, my heart,
Why have you become so sullen, you are in love with Laila.

We have made a thousand attempts at sainthood,
The reason for my murder is known to the Indian parrot,
My life yearns for your stature,
My soul longs for your lips and your speech.

My heart, my heart,
Why have you become so sullen, you are in love with Laila.

My love, don't pull your hand from my chest,
Don't turn your face from my face out of anger,
Don't close your ear when I speak,
Don't separate me from my soul, my mind, and my senses.

My heart, my heart,
Why have you become so sullen, you are in love with Laila.

My love, it is important that you refrain from piety,
Make your abode in the realm of mortality,
There is no other benefit in the music of the flute,

That is why he tells himself to make his abode in the realm of mortality,
For this is the only benefit he sees: wine and music,
That is why he tells himself to make his abode in the realm of mortality.