asliga qaytmoq, joyiga kelmoq
Yoʻlda boburda Qanbar Ali va Qosimbek bila ot tortishtuk. Mening otim oʻtti. Aning otining qolgʻonini boqar xayol qilib qayrildim. Tang boʻshab ekandur, egar evruldi. Boshim bila yerga yiqildim, agarchi oʻshul zamon qoʻpub otlandim, vale aqlim oqshomgʻacha qarorigʻa kelmadi [86].
On the road, I had a race with Kamber Ali and Kasim Beg. My horse got the lead. As I turned round on my seat to see how far I had left them behind, my saddle-girth being slack, the saddle turned round, and I came to the ground right on my head. Although I immediately sprang up and mounted, yet I did not recover the full possession of my faculties till the evening ... [98].
Yoʻlda ketishda Qanbar Ali va Qosimbek bilan ot choptirdik. Mening otim oʻtdi. Ularning oti orqada qolganini koʻrish xayolida qayrilib qaradim. A yil boʻshab qolgan ekan, egar aylanib ketdi. Boshim bilan yerga yiqildim. Garchi oʻsha zahoti oʻrnimdan turib otga minib olgan boʻlsam-da, esim oqshomgacha asliga kelmadi [84].
On the road I raced with Qasim Beg and Qambar-ali (the Skinner); my horse was leading when I, thinking to look at theirs behind, twisted myself round; the girth may have slackened, for my saddle turned and I was thrown on my head to the ground. Although I at once got up and remounted, my brain did not steady till the evening ... [147]
