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Men sevmayman endi dilbarni...

Когда, изнемогши от муки...

Men sevmayman endi dilbarni,
Azoblardan charchadim desam,
Kimningdir oq rangsiz qo’llari
Dilim qisar bamisli g’ussam.

Va kimningdir ma’yus ko’zlari
«Ortga qayt» deb shivirlar mayin.
Tun ichidan tinmay so’zlaydi,
Yolvorishlar yangrar tinmayin.

Yana yig’lab, yana qiynalib,
Yana qarg’ab unut hislarni,
Men o’paman rangsiz qo’llarni,
Men o’paman mahzun ko’zlarni

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