Love
Have You seen the image of a heart burned out?
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Have You seen the image of a heart burned out?Did You come and ask me how I am?Is burning Your lover Your one concern?I have no strength to speak, by Allah,I have no question for the tyrant, by Allah!I'm a forlorn bird that knows not where to flee,My existence is a fancy; perhaps I am a dream.My spirit left in search of You; I am utterly empty,The tears have dried up in my eyes, by Allah,Where are You, sun of my soul, by Allah?!My outside is ruined, my inside wounded,Did You hunt my heart with Your eyes?I rush like a storm — with no rest at all,I'm a slave torn from his home, by Allah,A slave whose every particle is sorrow, by Allah.The world is a bush; I came and perched,I saw Your beauty, and I was scorched and burned...I was thirsty; I drank tears and was sated,But my insides burn again, by Allah,What deserts have I crossed, by Allah?!I am ready to fly only toward You,But this sky alone cannot contain me...Dust is my breath; the world is so narrow,The sorrow that comes from You is joy, by Allah,How terrifying to be left without You, by Allah!Akrom MALIK
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