Faith
Do not trust your state, O poor wretched man,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Do not trust your state, O poor wretched man,Do not lean carelessly upon your rank,So that when a trial suddenly befalls your headYour face is not disgraced and you are not put to shame!If your heart feels bliss in worship,If your ego blazes and burns in repentance,If remorse carves your breast like a dagger,Do not think, “I have reached the Real!”If anger engulfs your mind,If Satan shows you sins adorned,Do not mercilessly wreck the edifice of heartsAnd cast yourself into misery!If hurt suddenly comes from friend or foe,If a pit someone has dug appears on your road,First of all become aware of yourself —Do not lead your heart into the dark of winter!Beneath the world is water; look above it —A roof without pillars, a lamp without a hook,Even every mountain stands ready to move —Never put your trust in your own steadfastness!The road is long for us; a companion is needed,A helpless heart that trembles every moment...Seeking forgiveness is the companion, repentance the prop,Never turn away from the companion and the prop!26. 08. 2024.Akrom MALIK
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