Jonga inquired

Jonga inquired, "What ails me, what's wrong with my well-being?"

The reply came, "Your body is gripped by the severity of an illness."

I probed further, "What caused this malaise?"

"It stems from the pain of your heart," was the answer.

Hearing this, I cried out, "Then who sold my soul to love's lightning?"

Should I give in to love's temptations, she warns with anger,

"Beware, for it is a sin!" I turned to my heart and asked,

"Why do you beat so fervently?"

"It's because of my yearning for the untamed beauty of my beloved," it replied.

Oh Navoiy, all are overwhelmed by love's grasp,

And in its wake, they lose a part of themselves to the unbridled passion.