My tongue grows weary and sad, how can it not?

My tongue grows weary and sad, how can it not?

It lingers in your memory and savors the sweetness of your voice.

I am lost in wonder at your grace and beauty, oh beloved,

Your every move is a dance, your every step a melody.

A person's heaven is in the womb of his generation, they say,

But my heaven is in the moments I spend with you, my darling child.

Listen, my friend, and do not be deceived by appearances,

For the one who appears weak may have hidden strength, and vice versa.

Do not ask your needs of the poor, for they may not have enough to give,

If you seek wealth, turn to the wealthy, for they have plenty to spare.

Do not ask a favor of a person who is already burdened with worries,

If you wish to see them smile, offer a helping hand in their time of need.

As I walk with heavy heart and downcast eyes, my tongue falls silent,

My lips are sealed, my blood boils with every step I take.

Oh Navoi, how can we thank you enough for your kindness and generosity?

Whoever hears your words will never forget them, for they are tied to their heart.