Текст и перевод песни Shoxrux - O'zbegim

O'zbegim

Mani elim, ellatim
O eginidagi, go'zal ahloq degan libosi bor millatim
Qo'lini ko'ksiga doim bosgan o'zbegim
Mani elim, g'ururim

Jonim fido bo'sin-agar-u mani kamida hardam
Salom alek-i bor
Oqibatda oxiri tagidagi damo-dam hotirjam
O'zbegim mani, millatim
Donishmand, devon honam

Bu yerlarni kezdi bo'lib...
Har yon ahli harobotilar
Devonai mashoyiq, abdollar ibni SINO bobolarim
Hazrati NAQSHBAND darojati ulug'lar, balogardonlar
Terani koinot sirlarini bilishni istar hamon bu odamzod
Hozirgi kunda ham noayyon bardavom
Endi aniqlaniyotgan bashoratni
Bilar edi kim? ULUGBEK bobom
O'zbegim, mani elim
O'zbegim, millatim mani gu'gurim
Zaminim elim goda yanada bepoyon har tomon
To Samarqandu Buhoro to Hiva tomoni
Bo'ldim gadoi mano, bo'ldim gadoi mano
Yana bu man kezdim dono dunyoning olamida man eng.
Olamida man eng.
Minnatdorman, shukur qilarim bor kechayu kunduz
Ota onamning bergan tarbiyatining haqqini ado etib bo'lmas ekan hanuz
Nechun ular bundayin mehribon, borliklari bir ulug' in'om
Farzandining aybini yashirish va avf etishda bardavom
Chunki ular, chunki ular ham vaqtida shundayin tarbiyat ko'rgan
Padari buzruklarimga ota bobolarimdan
Yahshilik, go'zal muomila.
Halim bo'lish va qolaversa kechirimli bo'lish degan omillar meros bo'lib
Qolgan, har bir o'zbekning olgan tarbiyati shu
Avlodi Temuriy, nasil nasab mana man bu fidokor, atadim umuman olganda borimni.
Hattoki har doim gadoing bo'lsam ham roziman umrbod
O millatim O'zbegim bilaman qadringni.
O'zbegim, mani elim
O'zbegim, millatim mani gu'gurim
Zaminim elim goda yanada bepoyon har tomon
To Samarqandu Buhoro to Hiva tomoni
Bo'ldim gadoi mano, bo'ldim gadoi mano
Yana bu man kezdim dono dunyoning olamida man eng.
Olamida man eng.

My Uzbek Woman

My people, my nation
With a beautiful garment of good morals woven into their very being
My Uzbek woman, who always holds her hand to her heart
My people, my pride

May my life be sacrificed, if they ever belittle me
Greetings of peace upon them
Calm and composed, with a foundation of good deeds
My Uzbek woman, my nation
Wise, a land of poets and philosophers

Having wandered these lands...
Every corner filled with history
My ancestors, the wise scholars, Avitsenna and others
The esteemed ones, the protectors like Hazrat Naqshband
Humanity always desires to know the secrets of the universe
Even now, the unseen continues
The prophecies being unveiled today
Who knew them? My ancestor, Ulugh Beg
My Uzbek woman, my people
My Uzbek woman, my nation, my pride and joy
My land, my people, stretching endlessly in every direction
Towards Samarkand, Bukhara, and Khiva
I became a beggar of meaning, a seeker of truth
Again, I, the wise one, wandered, the greatest in the world's realm.
The greatest in the world's realm.
I am grateful, I offer thanks day and night
I can never repay my parents for their upbringing
Why are they so kind, their existence a great gift
Always hiding their child's faults and forgiving them
Because they, because they too were raised this way
From my grandparents and ancestors
Kindness, good manners
Patience and forgiveness were inherited
This is the upbringing every Uzbek receives
The descendant of Timur, this lineage, I am devoted, I have given my all.
Even if I were to be a beggar forever, I am content
Oh my nation, my Uzbek woman, I know your worth.
My Uzbek woman, my people
My Uzbek woman, my nation, my pride and joy
My land, my people, stretching endlessly in every direction
Towards Samarkand, Bukhara, and Khiva
I became a beggar of meaning, a seeker of truth
Again, I, the wise one, wandered, the greatest in the world's realm.
The greatest in the world's realm.