Ey quyosh, subhi uzoring birla mag‘rur o‘lmag‘il...
Ey quyosh, subhi uzoring birla mag‘rur o‘lmag‘il,
Bir nafasda shom o‘lur, albatta masrur o‘lmag‘il.
Tingla pandim, ey ko‘ngul, bo‘lma vafosizlarg‘a yor,
Vora-vora zoru, kundin-kunga ranjur o‘lmag‘il.
Bo‘lma komi nafs uchun har siflaning oldida past,
Obro‘sizlik yukin chekmakka mazdur o‘lmag‘il.
Masti iqbol o‘lma, idbori bila og‘ritma bosh,
Totmag‘il bu bodani, zinhor maxmur o‘lmag‘il.
Sham’ yanglig‘ mahfil oro bo‘lmag‘il, kuymak ishing,
To muyassardur jahon ahlig‘a manzur o‘lmag‘il.
Dog‘a qo‘y olmosdin marham, vale minnat bila
Mubtaloyi dardi bedarmoni kofur o‘lmag‘il.
G‘oziyo, no‘sh ayla mehnat jomidin zahrobi g‘am,
Benavoyi sharbati chiniyu fag‘fur o‘lmag‘il.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. |