Translation of the song lyrics Xiyonat - Уммон

Xiyonat (original)

Bilaman bugun ketting mendan so’ngi bor
Sezaman sensiz yashash bo’lmaydi oson
Yuragim sezib bugun xiyonatingni
Ko’zlarim ko’rdi bugun yolg’onlaringni
Inson nimaga sevar va nimalarga erishar
Baholanki va’dalar berayotgan lablar aldar
Muhabbatga ishontirishga undar
Nima o’zi u muhabbat bahtmi yoki razolat
Qani kim javob berar???
Agarda sevganinga qilganingda tunda qo’ng’iroq
Bo’lsa band so’ngra esa xizmat so’ngra esa minglab xayollar
Tonggacha qiynar tun esa o’tadi go’yoki asr lekin qiladi sabr
Yuragim sezib bugun xiyonatingni
Ko’zlarim ko’rdi bugun yolg’onlaringni
Bilaman bugun ketting mendan so’ngi bor
Sezaman sensiz yashash bo’lmaydi oson
Yo’qotgim kelmaydi afsus kech
Bugun u ketadi qaytmaydi hech
Aqlimga sig’maydi
Nahotki sevmaydi endi meni
Yo’qotgim kelmaydi afsus kech
Bugun u ketadi qaytmaydi hech
Aqlimga sig’maydi
Nahotki sevmaydi endi meni
Otdi tong minglab azoblar chekib o’tdi tun
Badani butun lek yuragida qon
So’ngra esa berkitilgan raqamdan qildi u qo’ng’iroq
Qiz esa alo deya javob
Nechun kechasi bilan aloqalar band
Degan savolga qaysi yuz bilan beradi javob
Ahir xiyonat deganlari shu emasmi
Ahir hammasi shundan boshlanmasmidi
Men tunu-kun o’ylab ketganinga sabab topolmadim
Farq shundaki faqat men senga o’xshab kecholmadim
Yo’qotgim kelmaydi afsus kech
Bugun u ketadi qaytmaydi hech
Aqlimga sig’maydi
Nahotki sevmaydi endi meni
Yo’qotgim kelmaydi afsus kech
Bugun u ketadi qaytmaydi hech
Aqlimga sig’maydi
Nahotki sevmaydi endi meni

Xiyonat (translation)

I know: today you vanish from my threshold, the final time,
I sense—life stripped of you will not unspool with ease,
My heart, a silent oracle, divines your treachery this day,
My eyes, grown old overnight, have seen your honeyed lies unveiled,
What drives the human soul to love, and by what feats does it ascend?
For lips that scatter promises—beware—are cunning snares of artifice,
And urge us, moths, to trust in love, the flame beyond our grasp,
What is this love—pure seraph’s joy, or serpent’s bane concealed?
Where is the tongue, sage or madman, who could forge an answer?
If, sleepless, you would ring the one you cherish in the night’s embrace,
And duty answers, then more tasks, then multitudes of phantom dreams arise,
The night torments until the dawn, each hour a century endured—yet patience is its own reward,
My heart, a seer once more, perceives your perfidy anew,
My eyes have gazed upon the silken cobwebs of your falsehoods spun today,
I know: tonight you leave, the last horizon crossed behind you,
I feel: my soul alone, without your light, will never find repose,
I cannot bear to lose what never may return—regret arrives too late,
This day, she walks away—her shadow never to retrace its path,
It will not fit within my mind—this shape of absence,
Is it true—her love is gone, not even embers left for me?
I cannot bear to lose what never may return—regret arrives too late,
This day, she walks away—her shadow never to retrace its path,
It will not fit within my mind—this shape of absence,
Is it true—her love is gone, not even embers left for me?
The morning limped in, trailing behind it a thousand wounds of night,
Her body whole, but in her heart a crimson river surged,
Then, from some masked and silent number, she let her voice descend the wire,
The girl, with calm composure, answered quietly: Hello.
Why, through the shadowed hush of night, are all her ties engaged?
What face will she present to meet the question I have named?
Is this not the wine of treachery, poured as legend told?
Did not each heartache spring from here, the fount of every loss?
I scoured the endless dusk and dawn, yet found no reason for your leaving,
The only difference: I could not, like you, escape the midnight’s snare,
I cannot bear to lose what never may return—regret arrives too late,
This day, she walks away—her shadow never to retrace its path,
It will not fit within my mind—this shape of absence,
Is it true—her love is gone, not even embers left for me?
I cannot bear to lose what never may return—regret arrives too late,
This day, she walks away—her shadow never to retrace its path,
It will not fit within my mind—this shape of absence,
Is it true—her love is gone, not even embers left for me?