Wisdom
Each time a new dawn stepped into the day,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Each time a new dawn stepped into the day,He hanged the old self that lived inside him.He grew sick of himself, and every moment,Fleeing himself, stepped forth to become good.But never managing to reach goodness,He kept discovering only his own badness.Amid such griefs, this helpless dervishSpent all his life on remorse.This was the conclusion he came to grasp:A person goes astray, makes mistakes.It seems he will grasp no truth at allUntil a person comes to meet himself.So, crying “the truth, the truth!”,Don't keep running and barking in all four directions.Spreading around whatever the ear has heard,Don't keep biting everyone you meet.Saying “I sought the Truth,” dissolving into the herd,Don't shout as everyone shouts, shamelessly.The truth is hidden within yourself,It's futile to seek it outside!Akrom MALIK
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