Love
Whether you love openly or love in secret,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Whether you love openly or love in secret,Whether you burn with jealousy or renounce your love;Whether you come with a confession or rush off in hurt,It is all clear as day, clear as a moonlit night,Union with you is my wish, your glance is my relief.I know it — in your thoughts, in your answers and your questions,Even if you walk far away, even if you sail along the shores,Even if you lie without closing your eyes, even if you sigh without end,Even if you cry out against cruelty — your heart flourishes from my words,How fine your love is, how pure and exquisite.Saying “Let me not burn in the fire,” saying “Let me not love too much,”Among the rivals, in the circle of lovers,If I smile at someone, you feel like crying,If I speak — my tongue, if I embrace — these hands of mine,You want to cut them off, and you want to leave.You have no way to leave, you have no strength to stay,How beautiful this is, what a bright radiance,More precious than pure love, more worth thanks than separation,Is there any blessing, is there any nobler gift?This is what I ask of God, the brightest thing I've seen —Do not part me from love, do not part me from love!Is this life without love a good thing, a blessing?If I walk the road toward death, is a journey without love a pleasure trip?!
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