Текст и перевод песни Sövkət Ələkbərova - Füzuli Kantatası

Füzuli Kantatası

Məni candan usandırdı, cəfadan yar usanmazmı, usanmazmı?
Fələklər yandı ahimdən, muradım şəmi yanmazmı
Muradım şəmi yanmazmı?

Fələklər yandı ahimdən, muradım şəmi yanmaz, şəmi yanmazmı?

Qəmu bimarinə canan dəvayi-dərd edər ehsan

Neçün qılmaz mənə dərman, məni bimarı sanmazmı?

Qəmim pünhan tutardım mən, qəmim pünhan tutardım mən
Dedilər yarə qıl rövşən, desəm, ol bivəfa, bilməm
İnanırmı, inanmazmı?
İnanırmı, inanmazmı?

Şəbi-hicran yanar canım, tökər qan çeşmi-giryanım
Oyadar xəlqi əfğanım, qara baxtım oyanmazmı?
Oyadar xəlqi əfğanım, qara baxtım oyanmazmı?

Güli-rüxsarına qarşı gözümdən qanlı axar, qanlı axar su
Həbibim, fəsli-güldür bu, axar sular bulanmazmı
Axar sular bulanmazmı?

Həbibim, fəsli-güldür bu, axar sular bulanmazmı, bulanmazmı?

Deyildim mən sənə mail, sən etdin əqlimi zail

Mənə tən eyləyən qafil səni görcək utanmazmı?

Füzuli rindu şeydadır, Füzuli rindu şeydadır
Həmişə xəlqə rüsvadır
Sorun kim, bu nə sevdadır, bu sevdadan usanmazmı?
Bu sevdadan usanmazmı?

Sorun kim, bu nə sevdadır, nə sevdadır
Bu sevdadan usanmazmı?

Fuzuli Cantata

My beloved has made me utterly weary. Will she never tire of tormenting me?
The heavens are burning with my sighs, but the flame of my desire remains unlit.
Will the flame of my desire never be lit?

The heavens are burning with my sighs, but the flame of my desire remains unlit. Will it never be lit?

To every sick person, the beloved is a generous healer.

Why does she refuse to heal me? Does she not regard me as a sufferer?

I tried to keep my sorrow hidden,
But they told my beloved about it. I wonder if she would understand if I were to tell her.
Would she believe me? Would she not believe me?
Would she believe me? Would she not believe me?

In the night of separation, my soul burns, my tearful eyes pour out blood.
I disturb the people with my cries, but my cruel fate will never awaken.
I disturb the people with my cries, but my cruel fate will never awaken.

Before her rosy cheeks, bloody tears flow from my eyes.
My beloved, this is the season of flowers, shouldn't the flowing waters be clear?
Shouldn't the flowing waters be clear?

My beloved, this is the season of flowers, shouldn't the flowing waters be clear? shouldn't they be clear?

I was not inclined to you, but you have made me lose my mind,

When the heedless one sees how you treat me, will she not be ashamed?

Fuzuli is a madman in love, Fuzuli is a madman in love.
He is always a disgrace to the people.
Ask what kind of love this is. Will he never tire of this love?
Will he never tire of this love?

Ask what kind of love this is, what kind of love it is.
Will he never tire of this love?