Patience
When misfortune suddenly falls upon your head,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
When misfortune suddenly falls upon your head,Your heart cut to pieces by sorrow's blade,Those who claimed to be friends raise a clamor,How many cast the stones of reproach!"It's your own fault!" "It's his own fault!" —Gossip whispers on every side."He didn't fall for nothing, surely he's to blame!"A thousand and one slanders swarm around you.And you, stunned, look on, exhausted,No sympathizer or confidant is seen in the world.All kinds of talk hum and howl,Everyone wails out of glee."What a turnabout, what an upheaval!" —Don't lament like that, don't grieve.A pretty mask had been hiding it,This is the true face of those who called themselves friends.Akrom MALIK
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