Wisdom
These are old books, venerable script,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
These are old books, venerable script,Five or six hundred years old.Enchanting arts ripple mysteriously,Their ink, the tears of our forefathers' hearts.These old books are the spirit of the past,Or perhaps a lamp lit for the future.Awe and outcry, the majesty of pain,A weapon brandished against the devils.These books of the past are a sky so loftyThat the mind of today cannot reach it.Worthy to read them is the personWho longs for the talisman of life,If you wish to unlock the talisman of life,Leaf through books from the layers of centuries.And you will see the stone in mankind's breast,What anguish it is, what torment!And you will see that mankind today is blind,Recording the truth as a lie.Madly in love with falsehood, alas,Everyone has made his ego a tyrant.And you will see the world is one huge trap,Each of its roses and tulips the blood of the slain.Everyone keeps running far from the destination,Hearts are mines of the darkness called heedlessness.In old books, they say, there lies hiddenThe key to happiness and bliss, by Allah!But everyone, they say, is a stranger to it,And no one seems well-disposed to the Truth!..Akrom MALIK
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