Faith
Until my soul has utterly left my body
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Until my soul has utterly left my bodyAnd my body has entered the Earth's embrace,I want no sleep, O my Lord, the Real,Do not let heedlessness into the garden of my life.Do not put me out for a moment — to go out is death,If I do not burn, how sorrowful it is to live.Command me — Your path is my path,Here grant no sleep to my eyes.Do not fear Satan, O feeble heart,Surrender to your Lord, O sinful ego.There is no destination, no abode more beautiful than death,Do not forget the joy of that destination for an instant!Rise! Rise! Let no eyes reach you,Let them remember you like a bright dream.Beat your wings up to the Throne, listening to the voice of the Real,Like a great bird set free from its cage.Do not disgrace me, cover my faults,Never let my head be bowed, my Lord.In the embrace of my fire-like pains,Make the tears in my eyes Kawthar, my Lord!Akrom MALIK2019
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