Faith
There once was a saint, humble and sorrowful,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
There once was a saint, humble and sorrowful,His eyes were always filled with tears.A man of spiritual states, a man of steadfast calm,His eyes always lowered, his head always bowed.A bold man once put a question to him:"Why are your eyes always wet?"He said: "My heedlessness is the truth,What else, then, is left to me but to weep?!"They asked him again: "Noble master,Why is your head bowed so very low?"He whispered: "I am a lowly, sullied slave,And only servitude befits a slave.Let me reveal to you what my heart has seen —My Sustainer is watching me every moment.How, then, could I hold my head up high,I have no choice but to bow my head..."Akrom MALIK
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