Translation of the song lyrics Это любовь - Уммон

Это любовь (original)

Ozmi ko‘p uni unutib bo‘lgandim,
Lek kecha oqshom yana uchratdim.
Qanchalar go‘zal ustidagi libos,
Lek men uchun emas ​qilib kelgan pardoz.

Bu oqshomda u hammadan go‘zal,
Hammadan nafis hammadan o‘zar,
Lek men emas uni bilagidan tutar,
U kim bo‘ldi unga bunchalar talpinar.

О-о-о это любовь свела меня с ума о-о-о,
Ты так прекрасно выглядишь в этот вечер, но не для меня.
О-о-о это любовь свела меня с ума о-о-о,
Ты так прекрасно выглядишь в этот вечер, но не для меня.

Yog‘ar yomg‘ir tun afsus bugun,
Zo‘rg‘a chidab o‘tgan azoblarimga,
Qaytadan bo‘ldim maftun ko‘rib uni.
U bilan o‘tgan har bir lahzani,
Eslatib boshlandi mayin tabassumi,
Qachonlardur shu tabassumi atalardi menga.

Bugun esa ko‘z oldimda atalmoqda o‘zgaga.
Oxir chidaolmadim sekin qaytib ketmoqdaman uyga.
Bu oqshomda men hammadan chetda,
Hammadan zaif zanjirlaring menda.
Lek sen emas menga yordam qo‘lin cho‘zar,
Sog‘inch esa nima kim menga achinar.

О-о-о это любовь свела меня с ума о-о-о,
Ты так прекрасно выглядишь в этот вечер, но не для меня.
О-о-о это любовь свела меня с ума о-о-о,
Ты так прекрасно выглядишь в этот вечер, но не для меня

Это любовь (translation)

Long had I swept her memory from my mind’s dim attic,
Yet last night’s twilight led me, wandering, to her again.
Upon her shoulders shimmered a raiment—splendid, enigmatic—
But her adornment was woven for eyes other than mine.

Tonight she outshines the autumn moon, eclipses every star;
Finer than frost’s lacework, outstripping all in grace,
Yet it is not I whose hand encircles her pale wrist,
Who is this stranger who draws the swarm of longing to her flame?

O-o-o—Love has undone me, whirled my soul to madness—o-o-o,
You are the evening’s marvel, radiant—yet not for me.
O-o-o—Love has undone me, whirled my soul to madness—o-o-o,
You are the evening’s marvel, radiant—yet not for me.

Tonight a rain of regret stitches sorrow through the dark,
For agonies endured by will alone, now threadbare,
Once more, I am entranced, ensnared by her elusive spark.
Each moment spent beside her—now spectral, now rare—
Her gentle smile awakens memories, soft as falling dusk,
Once, that smile was christened in my name’s quiet hush.

Now, in bitter daylight, it’s bestowed before my eyes on another.
At last I yield—I slip away, a shadow drawn home by the wind.
This evening, I am set apart—a stranger on the margin’s rim,
Of all, my soul is weakest, shackled by the chains you left within.
Yet it is not your hand that reaches to rescue me from sorrow,
And who would mourn my longing, or cradle my tomorrow?

O-o-o—Love has undone me, whirled my soul to madness—o-o-o,
You are the evening’s marvel, radiant—yet not for me.
O-o-o—Love has undone me, whirled my soul to madness—o-o-o,
You are the evening’s marvel, radiant—yet not for me