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So'zing — bulbul,so'zlaring guldur,
So'zing — marjon,so'zlaring durdir.
Yirtqich erur mening so'zlarim,
Tishlari bor, shoxlari bordir.

Sen deb telba bo'ldim, ey, suluv…

Yanjqlaring sheroziy guldek,
Ularni deb yuzlarim so'ldi.
Sening tilla sochlaringni deb
Tillam ado, zar ado bo'ldi.

Xonavayron bo'ldim, ey, suluv…

Nigohlaring feruza monand,
Yo qoq tunda yoqilgan chiroq.
Yetti kecha-kunduz bedorman,
Ostonangdan ketolmay yiroq.

Ko'zim qonga to'ldi, ey, suluv…

Sen uyingdan chiqmaysan, men ham
Mayxonada har shomu sahar.
Sen mag'rursan, shu sabab alam
Qo'llarimda o'ynatar xanjar.

El mazaxlar meni, ey, suluv…

Toki quyosh, toki xudo bor,
Bir kun menga bo'lajaksan yor.

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