Life
Time walks without a sound, unhurried, majestic,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Time walks without a sound, unhurried, majestic,It never raises an uproar or a hammer.You feel yourself more lowly day by day,Every day snow keeps falling on your heart.Like smoke that has spread out across the expanse,Like something worn away whole upon the anvil,Giving up on words, you close your eyes —Seeing no pillar in the sky of the world.Know that you, too, have become a heap of ash,In the end you have grown hungry for kindness and love.Contrary to your words, “My kernel is full” —In the hands of trials you have turned out hollow.You never thought a snake might bite,Or that fire might fall from the sky and burn.Today you walk with stooping shoulders —Wondering whether stones will rain on your head again.Even the talk of the world holds no interest —The talk among the sons of Adam of varied natures.Indeed, you have understood that it does not fit today —To bring yesterday's feast into talk at a mourning.Life is a flower garden of manifestations,Your character is the spring of your deeds.Your deeds, in the guise of destiny,Come against you at every moment with force.So you yourself are the sick one; a cure is needed,You need to reveal yourself to yourself.Go, lead an army against your own selfAnd conquer — you need to be king over yourself.Sometimes walking straight, sometimes going astray,You are writing words in the book of your life.This is a frightening, yet greatly honorable journey —You are making your way within your own self.August 14, 2024Akrom MALIK
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