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Fourth. As part of the Organization of Islamic Cooperation, we should attach greater attention to ensuring the sanctity and preservation of the Holy Al-Aqsa Mosque and other unique historical and cultural sites in Jerusalem. Тўртинчидан, Ислом ҳамкорлик ташкилоти доирасида муқаддас Ал-Ақсо масжиди, Қуддусдаги бошқа ноёб тарихий-маданий ёдгорликларнинг дахлсизлигини таъминлаш ҳамда уларни бешикаст сақлаб қолиш масалаларига катта эътибор қаратишимиз лозим.
6. And He will punish the hypocrites, male and female, and the idolaters, male and female, those who harbor evil thoughts about God. They are surrounded by evil; and God is angry with them, and has cursed them, and has prepared for them Hell—a miserable destination. 6Аллоҳ тўғрисида ёмон гумон қилувчи мунофиқ ва мунофиқалар, мушрик ва мушрикаларни азоблаш учун. Уларни ёмонлик ўраб олсин. Уларга Аллоҳ ғазаб қилди, уларни лаънатлади ва уларга жаҳаннамни тайёрлаб қўйди. Ва нақадар ёмон жой у!
15. Those who lagged behind will say when you depart to collect the gains, “Let us follow you.” They want to change the Word of God. Say, “You will not follow us; God has said so before.” Then they will say, “But you are jealous of us.” In fact, they understand only a little. 15Ўлжалар томон, уларни олиш учун юрганингизда ортда қолганлар: «Қўйиб беринг, биз ҳам сизга эргашамиз», дерлар. Аллоҳнинг каломини ўзгартирмоқчи бўлурлар. Айт: «Ҳеч­ҳеч бизга эргашмассиз, ушбуни Аллоҳ аввал айтган». Улар: «Балки ҳасад қилаётгандирсизлар», дерлар. Йўқ, улар озгина нарсадан бошқа нарсани англамаслар.

a bottom man on the totem pole

“итнинг кейинги оёғи”
Just as I was imagining myself to be a horse ready and saddled, waiting to be told ‘Chuh’, these ‘riders’ seem to be grabbing me as they would a goat’s carcass, Abdulla was thinking, when the men handcuffed him, dragged him out into the yard and bundled him into the sleek car parked by his gates, as his weeping household looked on. “Чўх!” - дейишни кутган от эдим, энди бу чавандозлар ўзимни тақимларига босишади чоғи, - деб ўйлаган эди ҳамки, лаин очарвоҳлар икки қўлига икки кишан солиб, икки қўлидан судраганича, ҳовлида кўтарилган қиёмат оралаб, дарвоза тагидаги олонда турган учқур машинага улоқтиришди.
What a pity: the New Year presents which he’d brought back after a cultural evening at the Railway Workers’ Palace were tucked away at home. There were packets of confectionery from Moscow and oranges, the colour of the setting sun, fruit for each child. Аттанг, бугун Темир йўлчилар саройига бориб, болаларига Янги йил совғаларини уйда яшириб қўйган эди-да! Ҳар бир бордонда Москвадан келган ширинликлару болаларга энг ёққани - биттадан сап-сариқ норинж бор эди-я!
He could hear the festive clamour of trumpets, chalumeaux, drums: each time the car bumped over a pothole, his handcuffs rattled, turning his mind to quite a different occasion, a scene from the novel his handcuffed hands should have been writing… Ташқаридан анбуҳ карнай-сурнаю ноғораларнинг ғат-ғатию гиж-бадабанги қулоғига чалинар экан, қўлида кишани ҳар силкинишдан занг урганида тўймисан тўйни эсларди у.
Doleful music and Hafiz songs could be heard coming from the palace. Саройдан эса машшоқу муғаннийларнинг мунгли хиргойилари тарала бошлаган.
Florists were staggering to the palace with armfuls of flowers; the confectioners stood over their cauldrons, conjuring up halva, sheep-lard pastries, boiled sweets and candy on sticks; two Russian soldiers, prisoners of war, removed the covers from the cannon barrels, which they cleaned with wooden brass-tipped rods in preparation for a spectacular salvo. Гулчилар саройга даста-даста гул ташиган, қандолатчилар қозонларидан узулмай холваю новвот, пашмагу хўрозқандлар пишириш билан машғул, ўрислардан асирга тушган икки мушакбоз тўпларни уртуксизлантириб, аввалдан тайёрланган ранг-баранг мушаклар учун улкан лўпчиқлар ила тозалашмоқда.
Meanwhile the Emir, for whom entire towns and fortresses were not plunder enough, sat enchanted with the prospect of yet another conquest: an eighteen-year-old beauty, whose equal could not be found in eighteen thousand worlds, and who that night was to become his third wife! Юзига бироз сўлиқлик югурган Амирул-мўминийн эса шаҳару-қалъаларни забт этишдан олмаган нашъасида усрукланиб ўтирибди. Ўн сакиз минг оламда тенги йўқ ўн саккиз ёш гўзал қиз бу кеча унинг никоҳига тушажак.

Alas, a number of intrigues were put into place for the Emir to get her. A new stanza was composed:
Oh angel nymph, grief has weakened my soul:
The sword of exile has drained my blood whole.

Ҳай-ҳай не ошублар ила ани қўлга киритди. Эндигина ёзилган ғазалида битилмиш:
Ғамингдин, эй пари рухсора, жони нотавоним бор,
Қилурға ранги ҳижронинг қиличин қатра қоним бор...

While Umar was in Shahrixon to see his younger sister Oftob, he also encountered the clever and virtuous wife of the Khan of Shahrixon, who offhandedly told the Emir: ‘Sire, you may remember being angry with G’ozixo’ja and expelling him from his home. This man now lives in a cottage very close by, just behind my house, and he is very poor. But he has a daughter called Oyxon, a girl of indescribable beauty – words simply can’t capture her, tongues become numb, pens break.

Бир куни ҳаракатда эпчил Амир Умархон Шаҳрихонга ўз синглиси Офтоб-ойимдан хабар олгани борганида, у даргоҳда Шаҳрихон хонининг оқила ва покиза хотини ҳам хозир экан. У Амир арзига ушбу сўзларни қилди: “Ҳазрати олийлари хотирларида бўлса, Ўратепадан Сайид Ғози-хожани ўз ғазабларига дучор этиб, кўч-кўрони билан ушбу вилоятга сургун қилиб эрдилар. У зот ҳозир шу ўлтирган уйимиз орқасидаги бир кулбада хору-зорликда кун кечирмоқда. Аммо ул зотнинг Ойхонпошша отли бир қизи борки, унинг чиройини тавсиф этишга сўз ожиз, тил соқов, қалам синиқдур.

Several times he sent matchmakers to G’ozi-xo’ja’s house, but the reply was always ‘no’. The pretext was that Oyxon was betrothed to a relative, that their marriage was imminent, after which G’ozi-xo’ja gave a detailed account of his poverty and complained that he was being unjustly punished and that Umar’s actions contradicted the laws of Islam; but, if his Lordship wished to force a marriage, then that was in his power and on his conscience. G’ozi-xo’ja added that his wife hadn’t stopped weeping since the
matchmakers started pestering their household. Then he sent the matchmakers away. And yet…

Бир эмас икки дафъа Ғози-хожанинг уйига совчи юборди, иккала сафар ҳам йўқ жавобини эшитди. Бирида: “Бу мастурамизни қариндошлардан бирига унаштириб қўйганмиз, яқин орада тўй қилишга умунганмиз” - деган эса, иккинчи кез Ғози-хожа ўз аламини очиқроқ ифода этибди. “Мен ғурбатда юрган бир айбаки ғариб бўлсам. Амирул-мўминийннинг бу саъи-корлари на адолат юзасидан, на дину-диёнат жиҳатидан ақлга тўғри келади. Агар зўрлик билан олмоқчи бўлсалар, яна ўзлари биладилар!” - деб хотинларнинг йиғи-сиғисини қўшиб, совчиларни қайтарган экан. Лекин...

Hands cuffed, elbows gripped, Abdulla was taken down a dark staircase into the building’s basement. In one of the niches, by the dim light of the caged paraffin lamp, a swarthy Russian stuck his hands under Abdulla’s gown and poked in all his pockets, pulling out everything to the last penny, and then, after feeling his trousers, removed his thick leather belt. ‘Sign this!’ he barked, holding out a piece of paper. Abdulla gestured to his handcuffed wrists. ‘Well, scribbler,’ the guard laughed, ‘you’ve had your itchy little
hands put out of action!’ He kicked Abdulla in the knee so hard that the latter curled up in agony. ‘Hold the pen with your teeth,’ the Russian demanded.

Қўлида кишани билан Абдуллани қоронғу бинонинг қоронғу зиналари бўйлаб қоронғу ертўласига судрашди. Ертўланинг бир хонасида темир катакка илинган жинчироқ остида пешанаси кетга кетган бир барзангидек ўрис Абдулланинг чопони остига қўлини тиқиб, чўнтакларини кавлаб, сариқ чақагача бор пулини йиғиб олди-да, сўнг иштонига ёпишиб, ултон қамарини ечди. “Мана бунга имзо чек!” – деб бир парча қоғозни узатар экан, Абдулла қўлидаги кишанга имо қилган эди: “Ҳа, ёзувчишка, қичиган қўлларинг қисқарибди-да!” - деб тиззасига оғир ўтиги билан тепган эди, қимтилаб Абдулла чидаб бўлмас оғриқдан икки эгилди. “Тишла энди ручкани!” - деб ўшқирди бу бандибон жаллод.

‘Hold on, Vinokurov,’ said one of the men who had searched Abdulla’s house. ‘Watch you don’t finish him straight away, we’ve only just brought him in! I’ve still got to interrogate the son of a bitch.’ This man, evidently in charge, wished Vinokurov a Happy New Year before he left, presumably to celebrate with his own family.

“Қўй, Винокуров, - деб аралашгандек бўлди уйда тинтув қилганлардан бири, - келиши биланоқ ўлдириб юборма! Ҳали бу ифлосни сўроқ қилишим керак! Пока же в одиночку!” - деб буйруқ берди-да, анави онағар Винокуровни Янги йили билан табриклаб, ўзи уйга, оиласи билан байрамни кутгани кетишини айтдию маҳбусни Винокуров қарамоғида қолдирди.

Whether out of annoyance at having to work on New Year’s eve, or because he’d started the festive drinking early, Vinokurov kicked, cursed and beat Abdulla before throwing him into the solitary cell. Abdulla wanted to strangle his tormenter, but his hands were shackled and he hadn’t the courage to use his teeth. He could only bite his lips till they bled.

Янги йил аламини олдими, ўшанда Абдулладан қияпешона Винокурови, ё Янги йил қилиб аввалдан ичиб олган эканми, роса тепкилади, сўкди, урди маҳбусни ва чалажон ҳолатда, якка камерага ташлади. Бўғзига ёпишай деса - қўллари кишанланган, тишлай деса - номардлик, лабини қон қилиб тишлаганича Оллоҳга солди бу безанглаган маҳлуқни Абдулла...

Abdulla recalled a day from his own childhood, when he had dressed up in new trousers and an Uzbek gown to go to the Christmas tree celebrations. The caretaker at his Russian-language school stopped him at the school gates. ‘Have you become a kaffir now?’ the man grumbled, raising his stick to deal Abdulla a terrific blow on the thigh. The literature teacher, seeing this, hurried over and rebuked him: ‘This is a celebration of the birth of Jesus son of Mary, and Jesus is a prophet of yours!’ Abdulla’s leg was bleeding and his new trousers were stained; he ended up visiting the hospital instead of the Christmas tree. The teacher drove him all the way home, in his own carriage: a Russian, who had defended him from an Uzbek. No, generosity or meanness had nothing to do with nationality.

Бир куни ўзининг болалигида ерли рус мактабида ўқиятган чоғи ҳавас қилиб башанг янги шим, янги чопонда арча байрамига келаётганида мактаб қоровули Холмирза-тажанг эшик тагида тутиб олиб: “Сан ҳам копир бўлдингми?” - деб балдоқи билан бола болдирига аямай тушириб қолганида, буни кўрган адабиёт ўқитувчиси Георгий Евстигнеевич, чолнинг олдига келиб, тоза сарт тилида: “Ахир Исо ибн Мариямнинг милоди бу. Исо сенинг ҳам пайғамбаринг-ку!” - деб айтганини эслади Абдулла. Ўшанда янги шимию оёғи қонга буланиб, арча байрамининг ўрнига Георгий Евстигнеевичнинг извошчигида аввал касалхона, сўнг уйига қайтган эди у. Йўқ, саҳоватинг ҳам, разолатинг ҳам миллати бўлмас экан.

After all, now the whole country was run by a Georgian, and the result? Everyone was eating each other’s flesh.

Ана, буларни барини гуржи бошқариб ўтирибди. Бирини гўштини бири еган...

Less than a week after the bozkashi game, another message came from Chief Minister Hakim in Bukhara to Nasrullo in Qarshi. ‘Your father, our benefactor, has ended his journey on earth and set off for the true world. We keep the fortress’s high gates locked, and we have not yet announced this news to anyone else. Take this opportunity: bring your troops at a gallop to holy Bukhara and occupy the place that befits you.’ Since all the preparations for this outcome had been made, Nasrullo set off for Bukhara that same day with three hundred warriors.

Ўлоқдан бирор ҳафта ўтар-ўтмас Ҳаким-қушбегидан яна чопар келди: “Падари бузрукворингизнинг жон қуши дорул фанодан дорул бақога риҳлат қилди. Аркнинг ундур дарвозасини берк тутгандек бу хабарни ҳам ҳануз сир тутяпмиз. Фурсатни ғанимат билиб, черик ила Бухорои шарифга чобук қатъи манозил айлагайсиз!” - дея. Тадорик кўрилган эмасми, уч юз навкар ила Насруллоҳ Бухоро томон юзланди.

But the cat had to be let out of the bag. The news of the grief that had overcome Emir Haydar’s harem spread like wildfire through the Bukhara markets and then the whole city. When the Emir’s eldest son Husayn heard the news, he too gathered his troops and dashed off to the fortress.

Аммо ойни этак билан ёпиб бўлармиди. Амир Хайдар ҳарамининг шўру-шайни ила хабар гузарма-гузар бутун шаҳарга тарқалди. Амирнинг тўнғич ўғли Ҳусайн-тўра андин воқиф ўлғач, ўз навкарлари ила Арк томон шошилди.