Patience
A young woman. A young mother. Faith in her heart,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
A young woman. A young mother. Faith in her heart,She never misses her five daily prayers.Yet her heart was always bleeding with pain,She could not spend a single hour free of grief.Her joy lived only as long as a snowflake,Her sorrow covered the world like a cloud.Each day she got through, swallowing her moans,Never able to dispel a vague, nameless pain.One day God brought her face to faceWith an old woman who had lived long years,Whose every word gave off the scent of wisdom.The young woman asked her this question:“Why is the decree of this fate so bitter,Why does grief never end in my life?There's always a cruel, stabbing pain in my heart,Is there no joy at all, for me too?!”Pity suddenly showed, all at once,On the old woman's bright and wrinkled face.“My daughter, don't keep sighing and lamenting so,The road of life is never smooth to travel.Know that every moment of this life is a test,No one is exempt — neither man nor woman.What they call married life is a mine of tests,But if you are patient, you will find gold!If you wish to be free of sorrows,Let me tell you a priceless wisdom:First of all, I beg you, purify your heart,Never let ugly thoughts inside!Then put an end to hatred and to vanity,Forget completely the hurt that people caused.Hold firmly to the rope of patience and gratitude alike,And learn to examine your own faults as well.If someone hurts you, don't pour out anger — enough,Perhaps the fault is yours; consider that.The tongue's true place, in fact, is in a cage,So keep the freedom of your tongue in check!A husband to his wife is like a king,Never rebel against your king.Otherwise your place will be the pit called Wayl,Do not let the garden of your happiness wither.If your husband is displeased with you,Turn your face entirely away from joy and delight.For this is a divine law: GodHas hidden light in a husband's contentment.If you take my words to be a ship,And can sail in it as far as your strength allows —Putting an end to your life of sorrow,The provision you find will be happiness and bliss!”Akrom MALIK
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