Faith
Flee from a rabid dog before it bites,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Flee from a rabid dog before it bites,If it bites, you too will bite like a dog.Before your Lord closes the door of pardon,Hurry to repent; perhaps you'll find His grace.Every illness has its cure,But one illness, they say, has no cure at all.With a fool, the wide world grows narrow,Flee, if you don't want to catch foolishness.Just as one flees from leprosy, from vitiligo,Even as one flees from plague and cholera —There is a kind of wretch, as though with festering sores,Whose insides seem filled up with black soot.No, don't flee from leprosy, nor from vitiligo,Don't shy away from plague and cholera.But don't open your arms to one who has no gratitude,Flee from the ungrateful as long as you live.Akrom MALIK
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