Life
The beauty of this world has no permanence, by Allah,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
The beauty of this world has no permanence, by Allah,The world's beauty is naught, for it is other than Allah!Hazrat Alisher NavoiThe world seems a lovely corner to live in,If you look closely, it even resembles paradise.So many men — that same one is beloved of men,She has drawn them into marriage with her coquetry.But there's no way to divorce her before the judge.Is she a beauty, fluttering her brows and eyes?!Is she a beauty, corrupting your thoughts?!Are those running after her a herd?!In her embrace you get drunk and can't get out,In wrestling you are beaten and can't throw her.You're jealous, you hide her from everyone,Sometimes, losing your mind, you praise her to the skies,You rush yourself toward union with her,If she draws away, you lie at her feet weeping,If she gives you poison, you taste it as honey, weeping.This fairy-faced one that is called the world,This rebellious one who makes your eyes dance —Don't thirst for her with greed and lust.God made her a slave girl for the heedless,But they, poor wretches, took her for a god.With your heart full of excitement and feelings,With all kinds of cravings, saying “how beautiful,”With girls named Rome, Paris, LondonYou are acquainted — but the world is a common harlot,What got dirty is your heart, a transparent glass.Its buildings, its bridges, its clocks,Every habit of it tied to the clock —If they steal your mind, that is its great calamity.Leaving the remembrance of God, to whom did you bind your heart?!With which flirtatious girl did you while away your time?!Taking her picture, you're a moth to her flame,Loving her, you're as crazed as one who worships an idol,You have no sense — you would deny this deed of yours,If you didn't love her, would you rush about so aflame?!Would you lovingly take picture after picture?!Fine, you loved — if only it had stayed hidden,You made that love a tale for all the worlds,Showing it off, you said: “Let the good and the bad see,”Just like one fondly boasting of his slave girl,As if displaying his wretched doings to the people.Fine, travel sometimes when you must,Gather all kinds of fruit from your journeys.But beware of the love of the world,Then your name will be a man's name among men,And your enemies will tremble when they hear it.The harlot called the world — don't love her, leave her,She has adorned the beds of so many men.Be master over the world, don't be its slave,This is the lesson the great ones left us, my friend,This advice is a flower from paradise, my friend.Akrom MALIK
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