The Sun sings out, in ancient mode,
His note among his brother-spheres,
And ends his pre-determined road,
With peals of thunder for our ears.
 

Мусиқий самовот қабатларида 
Азалий йўлидан еларкан шитоб — 
Гулдурос таратиб фалак қаърида 
Овоз бермоқдадир жаҳонга офтоб. 

The sight of him gives Angels power,
Though none can understand the way:
The inconceivable work is ours,
As bright as on the primal day.

Ҳайрат нигоҳини тикмиш малаклар, 
Ажабким, куч бермиш белгисиз дунё. 
Яралиш онидан то бу дам қадар 
Мангу машаррафдир сунъи таоло! 

And swift, and swift, beyond conceiving,
The splendour of the Earth turns round,
A Paradisial light is interleaving,
With night's awesome profound.

Ақл бовар этмас суръат-ла замин 
Маҳвар даврасида чарх ураётир. 
Зулмат кечасининг қувлаб қадамин, 
Жаннат нурин сочиб тонг тураётир. 

The ocean breaks with shining foam,
Against the rocky cliffs deep base,
And rock and ocean whirl and go,
In the spheres’ swift eternal race.

Денгизлар хубобдин юзга тўр тортиб, 
Вазмин қояларни ювар дамодам. 
Қоя, денгизларни елкага ортиб, 
Елиб бормоқдадир курраи олам. 

And storms are roaring in their race
From sea to land, and land to sea,
Their raging forms fierce embrace,
All round, of deepest energy.

Йўлида не кўрса отиб серзарда, 
Жунун туғёнида кўтариб сурон, 
Гоҳи уммонларда, гоҳ саҳроларда 
Ҳукм сурмоқдадир даҳшатли бўрон. 

The lightning's devastations blaze
Along the thunder-crashes’ way:
Yet, Lord, your messengers, shall praise
The gentle passage of your day.

Титрар гулдиракдан гумбази даввор, 
Шамширин кўтарур ер узра чақин. 
Ва лекин, эй холиқ, бул мўъжизакор — 
Сенинг қудратингга ўқиймиз таҳсин. 

Since, O Lord, you near me once again,
To ask how everything below is doing now,
And usually receive me without pain,
You see me too among the vile crowd.

Малоикалардан, эй тангрим, яна 
Сўроқлаб турибсан: «Оламда не гап?» 
Авваллар мени ёт тутмасдинг. Мана, 
Ҳузурингга келдим мен ҳам шу сабаб. 
 

Forgive me: I can’t speak in noble style,
And since I'm still reviled by this whole crew,
My pathos would be sure to make you smile,
If you had not renounced all laughter too.

Биласанки, сўзга чечанлигим йўқ. 
Баъзи малаклардай ваъз айтмамқуруқ. 
Агар баландпарвоз нутқ сўзлар бўлсам 
Юмалаб кулардинг ҳаттоки сен ҳам. 

You'll get no word of suns and worlds from me.
How men torment themselves is all I see.
The little god of Earth sticks to the same old way,
And is as strange as on that very first day.

Гапирмайман, юлдуз, сайёралардан, 
Сўзлайман ер узра оворалардан. 
Инсон — коинотда кичкина худо, 
Шундай яралган у азал ибтидо. 

He might appreciate life a little more: he might,
If you hadn't lent him a gleam of Heavenly light:
He calls it Reason, but only uses it
To be more a beast than any beast as yet.

У балки тузукроқ яшарди букун, 
Сен солмаган бўлсанг кўнглига учқун. 
Ўша учқунни у ақл деб атар, 
Куни у туфайли ҳайвондан баттар. 

He seems to me, saving Your Grace,
Like a long-legged grasshopper: through space
He's always flying: he flies and then he springs,
And in the grass the same old song he sings.

Кечир, гарчи унга бердинг башар от, 
Аммо яшаётир мисли ҳашарот. 
Худди чигирткадек хас-чўплар аро 
Гоҳ учар, гоҳ сакрар, гоҳ тузар наво. 

If he’d just lie there in the grass it wouldn’t hurt!
But he buries his nose in every piece of dirt.

Майли эди юрса маконида жим, 
Ҳар ишга тумшуғин суқар у, тангрим!! 

Have you nothing else to name?
Do you always come here to complain?
Does nothing ever go right on the Earth?

Арзинг шуми? Яна ўша эски гап! 
Бир ишкал топурсан ҳар ишдан, ажаб? 
Рўзи оламдин сен, демак, норизо? 

No, Lord! I find, as always, it couldn’t be worse.
I'm so involved with Man's wretched ways,
I’ve even stopped plaguing them, myself, these days.

Тангрим, оламингда иш жуда расво! 
Шундай уқубатда яшарки одам — 
Раҳмим келар унга ҳатто менинг ҳам. 

In truth! He serves you in a peculiar manner.
There’s no earthly food or drink at that fool’s dinner.
He drives his spirit outwards, far,
Half-conscious of its maddened dart:

Гапинг тўғри, аммо тоат усулин 
Бажо этар қулинг ғоят турфа ҳол, 
Унинг ғизоси не — тушуниш маҳол. 
У курашни севар — ошадир довон, 
Йирок манзилларни кўзлар доимо. 

From Heaven demands the brightest star,
And from the Earth, Joy's highest art,
And all the near and all the far,
Fails to release his throbbing heart.

Истар — юлдузларин узатсин осмон, 
Ер эса бахш этсин туганмас сафо 
Ва лекин ҳар нечук бўлса комрон — 
Таскин топа олмас у кўнгил асло.