Wisdom
As the winds of all kinds of torments blew,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
As the winds of all kinds of torments blew,And neither friend nor kin could lend a shoulder —Coming to a dervish sunk in pain,Another dervish began to give him advice:"With your Sustainer there above your head,Sobbing from grief is wrong, so very wrong.If the moans you utter were sincere,You would surely have reached your Lord's help!"His tears clinging to the locks of his lashes,The dervish answered, his voice trembling:"I've grown so used to my Lord's kindnessThat I sigh more, seeking still more kindness!.."Akrom MALIK
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