A friend never comes from the people of this world,
They can never bear hardship for a friend's sake. For a friend they can't give up their sea of pleasures,
Poetry
Poems by Akrom Malik, newest first. Pick one for your mood.
About an old truth, let me tell you
Something — listen closely, my dear. Whatever is new and has not been tested
God said: “Put your trust in Me,
And leaning on Me, drive doubt out of your heart.” You said with your tongue, “I have put my trust,” but
You think they are your property — your stature and build,
Your voice, your beauty, your mind and wit. Saying, “There is no one like me in the world,”
As a distraught man sat alone,
Only the remembrance of God had taken hold of him. He opened his eyes, looked around, and alas,
You moan that you have no loyal friend,
Blaming people who know no kindness. Everyone else is weeds, and only you are the grain,
Not for going hungry, O man, believe me,
You'll have much regret for having eaten your fill. And the heaviest torment of all, it seems, will come
It's not necessary to know everything,
Sometimes not knowing is better than knowing. Not every pain is sorrow and grief,
The world is a well: whoever drowned and sank in it
Never managed to reach its bottom. Whoever poured into it the love of his heart
However much you knock, however much you call,
Often the door of divine grace does not open. Even if you shout in deserts and in mountains,
If you call yourself a teacher, and in the battle of knowledge
You gallop fine steeds across the field! If in the war and struggle of man and Satan
One can learn a dictionary by memorizing it,
Memorize the rules, and they are learned by rote. But in my studies I do not find wisdom,
The same two rivers, the same land,
A glorious realm, the trace of kingdoms. This corner that was a school of saints,
God created this world and
Made the world a dwelling place for man. So that they would support each other in joy and grief,
Flee from a rabid dog before it bites,
If it bites, you too will bite like a dog. Before your Lord closes the door of pardon,
The beauty of this world has no permanence, by Allah,
The world's beauty is naught, for it is other than Allah! Hazrat Alisher Navoi
I am content, my God, with destiny entirely,
I raise no objection to provision, life span, or death. But what a state it is, that always
Have You seen the image of a heart burned out?
Did You come and ask me how I am? Is burning Your lover Your one concern?
QUATRAINS
In my heart the fire of love is rosy red, Burning my soul, it purifies it day by day.
TO LOVERS
If you love, agree to burn — and love, Agree to renounce yourself — and love.
When does the heart become so narrow
That not even an “ah” comes out of it? When it is filled with sorrow — for then
There are many hard days in life,
Sometimes your heart bleeds from torment. Tasting poison, thinking it is honey —
LIKE YOU
No one, the way you did, has my heart Taken in as its confidant.
O separation, burn my body, if you will, in the fire of longing,
Save me from my ego; my heart bleeds from rebellion. Let me give my life to stay true in my love, O Lord,