Faith
However much you knock, however much you call,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
However much you knock, however much you call,Often the door of divine grace does not open.Even if you shout in deserts and in mountains,The heavy cradle of help does not rock.At a moment you don't expect, a delicate breezeBlows, and the door of grace swings wide open.Angels shower pearls and silver over your head,The cradle of help begins to rock.But if there is a flaw in your aspiration,All the openings come to an end —Because you were petty, the sky closes up,And you will not be admitted to grace and help.Akrom MALIK
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