Текст и перевод песни Sherali Jo'rayev - Karvon

Karvon

Bir zamonlar kishilarning to'ylarini o'tkazib yuradigan,
Dostonlar aytadigan bir baxshi yigit bo'lgan ekan.
O'sha yigit tog'ning u tomoniga o'tib, bir odamning to'yini o'tkazib,
O'z yurtiga qaytib kelayotsa,
Tog'ning bu tomonida cho'ldan kelayotgan bir karvonga
Ko'zi tushibdi. Va karvonboshini to'xtatib, so'ray boshlabdi:
"Bu, tuyalarning ustida qizlar doira chalib, ashula aytishib,
Yigitlar oldinda shirakayf, ot o'ynatib kelishayabdi.
Qayoqqa ketyabsizlar?", debdi.
Shunda karvonboshi yigitga javob qilibdi: "Biz falon qishloqdan,
Falonchining qizini kelin qilib,
Tog'ning u tomoniga olib ketayabmiz".
Shu payt yigit bilibdiki,
O'zi ahdi-paymon qilgan qizni o'sha karvonda kelin qilib olib
Ketishayotgan ekan. Qiz ham tuyaning ustida o'tirib,
Qizlarning orasidan haligi yigit va karvonboshining savol-javobini
Eshitib, yig'lab turganini yigit
Ko'rib qolibdi. Shunda yigit qizga qarab:
"Peshonangga yozganidan ayrilma, yor,
Jonim chiqar, qo'shiq aytsam qayrilma, yor",
Deb turgan ekan.

Karvon ko'rdim: tuyalari bo'zlab kelar,
Nortuyada mening yorim izlab kelar.
Menga bergan va'dalari esdan chiqib,
Ostonasi tillo yurtni ko'zlab kelar.

Peshonangga yozganidan ayrilma, yor,
Jonim chiqar, qo'shiq aytsam qayrilma, yor.

Karvon yo'li ketgunicha qizg'aldoq zor,
Yig'lamagin, yig'lagandan dunyo bezor.
O'ynab-o'ynab, kulib-kulib ketayvergin,
G'amga o'zim xaridorman, o'zim bozor.

Peshonangga yozganidan ayrilma, yor,
Jonim chiqar, qo'shiq aytsam qayrilma, yor.

Qorli tog'dan naridadir o'zga diyor,
O'zga yurtda kelin bo'lib qolishing bor.
O'zga yurtda o'z yurtingni eslab turgin,
Menga emas, o'z yurtingga bo'l intizor.

Peshonangga yozganidan ayrilma, yor,
Jonim chiqar, qo'shiq aytsam qayrilma, yor.

Men-chi, menga goh g'am to'lar, alam to'lar,
Gohi shodlik, gohida g'am nolam to'lar.
Bu dunyoki, meni ko'nglim yarim etding,
Yarmi bilan kuylasam ham olam to'lar.

Peshonangga yozganidan ayrilma, yor,
Jonim chiqar, qo'shiq aytsam qayrilma, yor.

Karvon ko'rdim: tuyalari bo'zlab borar, {}
Nortuyada meni yorim izlab borar.
Menga bergan va'dalari esdan chiqib,
Ostonasi tillo yurtni ko'zlab borar.

Menga bergan va'dalari esdan chiqib,
Ostonasi tillo yurtni ko'zlab borar. {}

Caravan

Once upon a time, who wandered around to perform wedding ceremonies for people,
There was a young singer that storytellers would speak of.
That young man, after traveling to the other side of the mountain to perform a wedding ceremony for a man,
As he was returning to his village,
On this side of the mountain, coming from the desert, he saw a caravan,
And stopped the leader of the caravan and began to ask him questions:
"Why are these girls on camels playing tambourines and singing,
While the young men in front playfully race their horses?
Where are you all going?"
It was then that the leader of the caravan answered him: "We are from such and such a village,
And we are taking the daughter of such and such a man as a bride,
To the other side of the mountain."
At that moment, the young man realized that,
The girl he had given his promise to was being taken away as a bride in that caravan.
The girl was sitting on a camel,
And hearing the conversation between the young man and the leader of the caravan from amongst the girls,
The young man
Saw that she was crying. Then the young man turned to the girl and said:
"Don't go against what is written on your forehead, my love,
I may die, but don't turn away when I sing my song, my love",
So he said.

I saw a caravan: its camels are walking slowly,
In the north, my beloved is coming in search of me.
Forgetting the promises he made to me,
He is coming to look for a golden yurt on his doorstep.

Don't go against what is written on your forehead, my love,
I may die, but don't turn away when I sing my song, my love.

Until the caravan is gone, it is very bitter to be jealous,
Don't cry, the world is weary of your crying.
Just play and laugh and go,
I am the buyer of sorrow, I am the market myself.

Don't go against what is written on your forehead, my love,
I may die, but don't turn away when I sing my song, my love.

Another country is far beyond the snowy mountains,
You will be a bride in a foreign land.
Remember your home in a foreign land,
Not me, but be anxious for your homeland.

Don't go against what is written on your forehead, my love,
I may die, but don't turn away when I sing my song, my love.

Me, sometimes I am full of sorrow, full of pain,
Sometimes joy, sometimes full of sadness.
This world, you cut my heart in half,
Even if I sing with half, the world is full.

Don't go against what is written on your forehead, my love,
I may die, but don't turn away when I sing my song, my love.

I saw a caravan: its camels are walking slowly, {}
In the north, my beloved is coming in search of me.
Forgetting the promises he made to me,
He is coming to look for a golden yurt on his doorstep.

Forgetting the promises he made to me,
He is coming to look for a golden yurt on his doorstep. {}