Faith
I am terribly afraid of my own state,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
I am terribly afraid of my own state,What will I do if my deeds come seeking me?!With the trembling in my body barely easing,My Lord, I stand before You, my face in shame.If I were to lean upon my own state,I would perish at the hands of remorse.If I were to lean upon my good deeds,I would never come to know any joy.Each day I've no strength left to live,Each night I lay my head down, weary, grief-stricken.What can I do — I cannot take revenge on myself,Reproaches walk beside me every moment.Mend my state, my Merciful Lord,I am a straw caught on the rope of Your mercy.Day by day my weeping and my torment grow,Alas, I am impatient, an ungrateful soul...You know my pain, both open and hidden,Every secret of mine is plain to You.Grant me refuge in Your mercy,I fear Your wrath beyond measure, my God!..Akrom MALIK
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