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The king of lies told me to swim on:

‘Your fortune’s waiting there.’

But my soul arrayed in funeral black

Is already awaiting there.

Оқ-оқ, - деди афсоналар султони,

- Сенинг тахтинг, бахтинг унда кутадир,

Ул зардобли, қонли сувлар остида

Қора кийган жонинг жилва этадир.

Leave now, Satan; I am afraid.

Go! My sword’s smashed, my shield holed.

Don’t you see? I am lying underneath

A mountain of troubles, crushed and cold?

Кет, эй шайтон, босирқадим... қўрқаман;

Кет-кет. Қилич синган,қалқон тешилган.

Кўрасанми? Мен эзилган, ётаман,

Устимга-да бало тоғи йиқилган.

Could this bitterness emanate from the smoke of dry leaves, burning some distance away? Узоқларда ёқилган чўпу хазоннинг элас-элас исимиди бу тахирлик…
his children, playing with fire, had nearly burnt the stack down. Туновида болалар гулхан ёқиб, бардига ўт қўйиб юборай дейишди.
But for the grace of God, there would have been a disaster. Худо бир асради ўшанда.
Walking about with his secateurs, Abdulla noticed that some of the ties holding the vines to the stakes were torn, leaving the vines limp. He couldn’t work out how this had happened: had the harvest been too plentiful, or had the plants not been cared for properly? Ток-қайчи қўлида, Абдулла кенг ишком тагида тураркан, бир-икки ерда истак узилиб, бағозлар бўшаганига кўзи тушди-да, бу фавқулодда ҳолни нимага йўйишини билмади: ҳосилнинг мўллигими ё қаровнинг озлигимиди боис?
Almost daily, you could hear bands playing loud music, and endless cheering in the streets. Кўча-кўйда узуккун янграгани - ғат-ғат оркестру “ура”–“ура” ҳайқириқлари.
Enormous portraits hung everywhere from the building on Xadra Square as far as Urda. Хадрадан то Ўрдага қадар ҳар бинога сўлақмондек қилиб расмлар осилган.
As for the nights, his friends were being snatched away: it was like a field being weeded. Кечалари эса ягана кўрган даладек бирма-бир жўралари йўқолади.

Not long ago, G’ozi Yunus’s son Tolqin turned up – dishevelled and unwashed from constantly having to run and hide – and asked Abdulla to lend him some money, pledging his father’s gold watch as a token of his trustworthiness.

Бириси куни Ғози Юнус-домланинг беркинавериб, унниққан ўғли Тўлқин, отасининг тилла соатини кўтариб, пул сўраб келибди.

But who would trust anyone these days? These were vicious, unpredictable times; Кимга ким ишонарди ҳозир?! Кунимиз бетайин, қаттол замонга колиб кетган бўлса.
clearly, they hadn’t finished weeding the field. Дала яганаланиб, уватга айлангани йўқ.
Well, if it were up to him, he would have been like a saddled horse, raring to go. Мана унинг ўзи ҳам эгарланган очаға отдек тайёр турибди.
If only his children would come running up in a noisy throng to help. Ҳалим-бери чуғурлашиб болалари ҳам ёппасига-қийғос ҳашарга чиқиб келишса ажаб эмас.
Sadly, the eldest had fallen ill some time ago and was still in bed; otherwise he would have joined his father and the job would have been a pleasure. Афсуски, тўнғичи Ҳабибулла касал бўлиб ётиб қолди, ёнига кириб ишни тезлаштиришармиди.
The toddler found everything fun: if you put a ladder against a vine stake he would clamber to the top like a monkey, chattering, ‘Dad, Dad, let me prune the top of the vine…’ ‘Of course you can!’ Abdulla would say. Олам ҳодис, ҳалида нарвонни шитоброқ тиккайтирилган ишкомга қўйса борми, маймунчадек тепасига чиқиб кетади.
Possibly, Abdulla wouldn’t have time to prune, tie back and cover all the vines with reeds today. “Дадачи, дада, чилпиган истакларни мен кесай” - деб боғбон-отачадек хархаша қилади.
Soon after he’d protected his vines, the cold weather would pass, the spring rains would bring forth new shoots from the earth, and the cuttings he had planted in winter would come into bud. Токларини кўмар ҳам, совуқлар ҳам ўтар, шовур-шовур ёмғирли кўклам қайтиб, буюрса, пояю бачкилар яна занг отар...
The flashes of sunlight coming through the leaves must have dazzledhim, for it was only now, when he tugged at a vine shoot bearing an enormous, palm-shaped leaf, that he discovered a small bunch of grapes underneath it: the qirmizka which he’d managed to get hold of and plant last year with great difficulty. Олачалпоқдан кўзлари қамашдими, чунки худди шу пайт кесилган бир новда қўлига илашиб, шапалоқдек баргни ўзи билан ерга тортдию, бояги барг остида яширинган майдагина ғужумча узум очилиб қолди. “Қирмизка-қирмизка!” – деб ўтган йили аллақаердан топиб эккан токи.
Turning towards the house, he called out joyfully, ‘Ma’sud, child, come here quick!’ “Маъсуд, отам, кела қолинг!” - деб севинчини уй томонга ҳайқирди.