Wisdom
The affairs of the world are ever fleeting,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
The affairs of the world are ever fleeting,That is, just like this world itself.If you wish to live in perfect happiness,There are old secrets of being happy.On the meaning of life and the life of man,On the solace of the heart and on reason,New talk holds no salvation for the soul,Only the old words — an undying creed.If you leaf through the ancient books,The ink that old pens have spilled —Addressing the race of mankind,They say: “Man is the world's condemned traveler!He journeys within this space,He walks along the corridor of time.Trembling toward the destination called death,His heart beats on in unrest.Hands cannot hold it, eyes cannot see it —The ear cannot hear the voice of happiness.Sighs come out of you, burning you within,But what color is the album of happiness?!There is no way at all to know this,The secret of happiness does not fit within reason's bounds.But whoever's intention is pure —The light of bliss will shine upon his face.The dwelling of happiness is the family, no doubt,In the family's sky there are the moon and the sun.Without a family, the face of life is darkness,And yet the root of the family is endurance.If we call the husband the sun, the wife is the moon,The children are the stars — the flowers of this sky.Rich is the woman with such happiness,She deserves to live forever laughing!To guard the fortress of happinessHusband and wife must struggle like warriors.If they do not struggle, one day SatanWill kill the heart, plunging in his blade.The husband's task is knowledge and wisdom,To keep his fatherhood in mind night and day.He is surely the head of the family's caravan,Before him lies a road until the Resurrection.Let fires flash from the husband's step,Let his eyes shine with resolve.Whatever is lacking, the husband makes it whole,Let him at every moment call his caravan to the light.And the woman? O woman! O frail creation,Within your frailty a hidden strength.The great truth about youIs that your truth can never be fathomed.At times you stir compassion,At times you are the spring of love.The world is narrow with you and wide with you,You are the dungeon of torment and the garden of happiness.Know that such is the wisdom of creation —God created you subordinate to the husband.But He made you beautiful as a flower, too,And God turned the husband toward you.With a husband you are whole, with a husband mature,With a husband your life is clear and radiant.With a husband you stand upright, your bearing brisk,With a husband you find worth, honor and glory.Gladden your husband, win his heart,Delight his eyes, do not rebel.Make your face a flower, your words honey,Let the light of love shine forth in you.Never be deceived by Satan's guile,Do not seek solace in another dwelling.Untie every knot within your heart,Give your heart to your husband sincerely, truly.Be patient when at times he comes home gloomy,Whether he blows like a breeze depends on you.Tear pride out of your ego and fling it away,Prepare yourself to live happily!Be devoted, and the husband will surely be devoted,Leave him to his freedom — he is a man, after all.If a woman parts with obedience,She will make her life bitter and sour.Cast off a hasty nature, I beg you,Learn to hold on to the rope of patience.The hasty were never freed from torment,Only the patient have seen comfort!Do not linger and lose your way in the night of temptation,Do not wander in the valley of transgression.Do not boil over like milk in the fire of anger,It is impossible for you to be equal to the husband.Simply surrender, and let your weapon beYour arrow burning with the fire of love — your charm.Let your face be filled with your smile,Never be coarse, make your voice gentle.Let your understanding be keen, your discernment quick,Make refinement the garment of your nature.Whenever your husband flares up like fire,Turn at that very moment into a new bride!Live giving your husband ease,Do not give him orders, do not ask him many questions.Then, gathering the flowers called happiness,You will pass from the world happy and content.”This is an old saying of the old world,But the key to happiness lies in this old word.Whoever holds a great aim in his heart,Let him press this wisdom to his eyes with reverence.Our eyes are sorrowful, our hearts ink-black,In truth there is no place for such griefs.O traveler roaming through the world,Do not be defeated by the many or the few.At peace in this world, for the HereafterYou will build today the palaces of Paradise.Do not weep, do not turn your liver to blood,Stand firm upon noble character!19.09.2024.Akrom MALIK
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