
Sen jimsanmi?
Jim tur.
Zamon aybdormas,
Hech nima chiqara olmas ovozang.
Ko‘kragingda jomdek ichi bo‘sh yurak
Tili yo‘q qo‘ng‘iroq kabi chalmas zang.
Hayot hayot emas yangi qo‘shiqsiz,
Eski qo‘shig‘ingni kuylama takror.
Jim tur. Bog‘laguncha yangidan Xudo
Yorug‘ yulduzlarga maysalardan tor.
●Aleksandr Feinberg
Are you silent?
Be silent.
Time is not to blame,
Nothing can bring forth your voice.
In your chest, a hollow heart like a bowl,
A bell without a tongue, not ringing.
Life is not life without a new song,
Don’t repeat your old song.
Be silent. Until God weaves anew
Light from stars, strings from the grass.
●Translation by Shukurilloyeva Lazzatoy Shamshodovna