Love
This man has come to sacrifice himself against happiness,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
This man has come to sacrifice himself against happiness,Has come to be consumed in love for the good.Saying there is no meaning in the world but love,He has come to stir up a commotion among the dead.What can be done? Into a world overrun by oppression, fury and wrath,Into a world overrun by anguish, pains and torment,Such people suddenly arrive and become a burden,O friends, into a world that digs graves for the good.For this man everyone's hurts are ready,The bazaar of troubles to befall his head is ready too.Do not be so sick of his kindness and love,The place he will soon go — his grave is ready too.He is so bad that he does not refrain from goodness,So firm, like steel, that reproach does not wear him down.Thrust a blade into his heart; if blood flows, insha Allah,It will spill on no soil other than his own body.If you tire of his kindness, you will tear his heart and liver,If a rose is beautiful and fragrant, you will pluck it petal by petal.If his service wearies you, if his magnanimity displeases you,Be patient, brother, he will die, and you will be free of him.Akrom MALIK22.07.2024.
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