Wisdom
You think they are your property — your stature and build,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
You think they are your property — your stature and build,Your voice, your beauty, your mind and wit.Saying, “There is no one like me in the world,”You display all sorts of delusion.Entranced with yourself from head to toe,You show yourself off from head to toe.Filled with delight and wonder at yourself,You keep talking in praise of yourself.But your misery is plain to you,Inside you wounds lie festering.Your outward form is angelic; a thousand jinn and devilsLie giggling gleefully in your inner nature.Don't run panting among people,Don't put yourself up for sale everywhere.Thirsting with greed before fame and glory,Don't blind your own eyes, don't gouge them out.Don't be afraid, now and then, in seclusion,Of facing yourself alone, of being solitary.Keep it straight, don't let the scale be broken,Measure and weigh your thoughts from time to time.Akrom MALIK
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