Again you show yourselves, you wavering Forms,

Revealed, as you once were, to clouded vision.

Shall I attempt to hold you fast once more?

Heart’s willing still to suffer that illusion?

You crowd so near! Well then, you shall endure,

And rouse me, from your mist and cloud’s confusion:

My spirit feels so young again: it’s shaken

By magic breezes that your breathings waken.

Борлиғим банд этган алдоқ соялар,

Яна бўлдингизми қаршимда пайдо?

Шоядки назмингиз бўлса муяссар,

Ёшлигим шавқлари сўнганми ва ё?

Йўқ, сиз туман каби босиб сарбасар,

Ўйларим чулғанди дудингиз аро.

Сиз билан тин олсам тўлар кўкрагим,

Сиз билан яшарар менинг юрагим.

I feel a long and unresolved desire

For that serene and solemn land of ghosts,

It quivers now, like an Aeolian lyre,

My stuttering verse, with its uncertain notes,

A shudder takes me: tear on tear, entire,

The firm heart feels weakened and remote:

What I possess seems far away from me,

And what is gone becomes reality.

Яна чорлар мени илоҳий бир ун,

Яна хаёлларга чулғанди бошим.

Сабо арфасидек ҳазин ва сермунг.

Қуйилар сатрлар, қани бардошим!

Музлаган жисмимни эритар букун

Кўзимдан қуйилган қайноқ бу ёшим.

Бу олам чекинур, ўтмиш-чи, аён —

Кўзларим олдида бўлар намоён.