Oy tuynukdan tubanroqda, bu kun bo‘lmasa erta— chimmati qo‘lida, paranjisi ustida, sarig‘mi, qorami atlas ko‘ynagi egnida darbozadan kirib kelgandek va o‘pkalangandek...

Zebi ikki konvoyning yalang‘och qilichi o‘rtasida zalga kirib keldi; ustida qora barqut paranji, qora chimmat, oyog‘ida qora amirkon mahsi-kavish bilan sud qarshisiga kelib to‘xtadi.

It seemed to him like the moon, peeping from behind the rooftops, the one and only, would enter through the gates any day now, wearing a yellow or black silk dress with a paranjeer covering her body, a chimmat in her hand, and a silent reproof in her eyes.

Zebi came into the courtroom in between her two escorts with their unsheathed swords. She went to the front of the court, covered from head to toe in a velvet paranji, black chimmat, and black leather boots without galoshes.