Turtkilar meni achchiqHaqiqat, adolat.Ne qilay, yoqimsizdurHayotda rostgo‘y mehr.
Bedor o‘kinar yurak,Ne uchun yoqmas ba’zida haqiqat?Dildan kuyinib, yuziga aytolsam,Ko‘nglimga berishar ozor.Nega?
Yaralangan xotiraBa’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 meThe truth, the fairnessWhat can I do, it's unpleasantIn the life the right (truthful) gentleness (love)
The heart is in sorrow continuouslyWhy is the truth unpleasant sometimes ?If I say directly (in face, personally), being hurt in the heart,They hurt my soul.Why ?
The wounded memoryDoesn't heal at all sometimesSomeone is oppressed (tortured) by the conscienceOr by the melancholy, or by the faith.