Faith
My God, whenever some grief came upon my head,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
My God, whenever some grief came upon my head,If I poured out my troubles before someone;And when sorrow slashed my heart like a dagger,I at once asked You for forgiveness...For every sorrow is from You, my God,All events are Your will, after all.If my heart is pained by the gift You gave,That is not the work of love, alas.After my laments, always, O Lord,Your gifts came one after another.Then, looking into the face of my joy,I found no place to flee from shame.For I rejoiced in ease, and yetWhy did I cry out at hardship?!Is this the work of a lover, our Lord?Woe to my state, alas for my own state.
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