Life
A few moments passed in ease,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
A few moments passed in ease,On the tongue, glorification and praise, repentance, seeking forgiveness.Even sorrows became like a dream,In the embrace of peace the heart found rest.Calmly it sailed among the moments,The ship of the body, whose captain was the spirit.Suddenly a storm rose up, roaring,And the ship’s rigging was scattered.A tyrant appeared before the eyes,Reason and wits fled, and the heart was troubled.Now there was no use for enchanting words,Now even you do not count as a person.Now go on burning in the fire, crackling,But let no sound escape you — it would trouble your beloved.Even time, which had come running so far, panting,Could walk no more and froze in silence, wordless, strengthless.Do not sigh, let the beauty not know of your love,Otherwise you will never find her trace.Your eyes will be left gazing down her roads,And even in death you will not be able to close them…Akrom MALIK
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