Love
QUATRAINS
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
In my heart the fire of love is rosy red,Burning my soul, it purifies it day by day.When the ardor of love surges like the sea,I see how very narrow you are, O world!***If I ask you to draw a picture of my love,If I ask you to string my confession like pearls,To load love's treasure into your ship,If I ask you to sail the ocean of eternity…Words, admitting their helplessness,Enter, heads bowed, into the bosom of seclusion!..***Whether from Satan or the ego — I strayed far from the path,I hanged myself on the gallows of remorse.To put out the fire of Hell,My Lord, I ran into the fire of Your love!***At times I died before terror, I was no more,Then in the hands of hope I was filled with joy.Then, crying out in the claws of horror,I rejoiced and laughed in the valley of bliss!..***Wherever I went, Satan dug his pit,The Most Merciful handed me a lamp: “See the pit.”Sin tripped me up and knocked me down,The grace of the Truth took my hand and raised me up.***Don't think me sinless, brother,And yet don't leave my side, brother.Know that I'm a sinner just like you,Don't laugh at my broken repentance, brother.***Every day I produce all kinds of errors,And join each error to torment.Having grown filthy with the smoke of sin,At night I perform my ghusl with tears…***My God, save my heart from torment,Save me from the mirage that is called the world.When will I wake up! Help me, my Lord,Save me from this sleep named heedlessness and lust!..***How narrow this sky is, and this earth!Why don't you sweat only for the sake of piety?!I have no strength, no virtue, no power,My God, grant Your blessing to my life!Akrom MALIK
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