Life
Life, it turns out, is a sea. And I am a single ship.
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Life, it turns out, is a sea. And I am a single ship.At times a violent storm awakens,Waves like mountains bury my being...This is how the calm days take their tribute...I called my frail body a ship becauseI have journeys that stretch far away.And I have heavy, heavy anchors too,Which I carry in my heart with difficulty.The name of my journey is life, O beloved,When it will end I do not know, alas.My anchor is called sin, ah me,Is life nothing but dragging it along?!.Gazing about in the middle of the sea,Afraid of the storms of harsh fury too,Unable to break free from the anchor that hobbles me,I look sorrowfully toward the destination and sigh —Forlorn, I waited for the companion winds,Hoping some help might come from the unseen...Blood flowed from my eyes — forlorn, I swallowed it,A cry rose up from my breast like a tree...Growing and growing, the tree covered allThe deck of the ship, its sails...I saw how many slaves, sailing in boats,Said that it had turned into a thorn tree...The pains tormented the ship for long,The anchor grew heavier day by day,without a sound.Shall I sink before I reach the destination, ah?!.How could unfeeling iron know this?!.But I confess my heedlessness, O Lord,As if I had remained unaware of my own state,Filling my insides with a tormenting wound,I have forgotten the light of Your beauty...If You did not show favor to Your slave,How could he ever make his state known?!Finding no strength even to weep,He would scatter like ash, dispersed in the wind...Because You were generous, I have spoken, my God,With Your help I have disclosed my state.You are my Most Kind, You are al-Karim,Grant healing to my pains and sorrows!..Akrom MALIKJuly 8, 2023.
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