Turtkilar meni achchiq
Haqiqat, adolat.
Ne qilay, yoqimsizdur
Hayotda rostgo‘y mehr.
Bedor o‘kinar yurak,
Ne uchun yoqmas ba’zida haqiqat?
Dildan kuyinib, yuziga aytolsam,
Ko‘nglimga berishar ozor.
Nega?
Yaralangan xotira
Ba’zida bitmas hecham.
Kimnidir qiynar vijdon,
Yo armon, yoki imon.
Bedor o‘kinar yurak,
Ne uchun yoqmas ba’zida haqiqat?
Dildan kuyinib, yuziga aytolsam,
Ko‘nglimga berishar ozor.
Nega? (3х)
The grieves oppress me
The truth, the fairness
What can I do, it's unpleasant
In the life the right (truthful) gentleness (love)
The heart is in sorrow continuously
Why is the truth unpleasant sometimes ?
If I say directly (in face, personally), being hurt in the heart,
They hurt my soul.
Why ?
The wounded memory
Doesn't heal at all sometimes
Someone is oppressed (tortured) by the conscience
Or by the melancholy, or by the faith.