Life
Like a wolf that chews its prey for a long time,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Like a wolf that chews its prey for a long time,Sorrow seems to want to chew me long and to digest me.Like a chimney with black smoke boiling up inside,Sorrow seems to want to feast with me in darkness.Tears cast a net over my eyes, like a grave,Water came brimming into the riverbed of my eyes.I could not lean on my carefully weighed words,Slowly, slowly I embroidered on the hoop called patience.When I slowly come to grasp the state of my state,I am on the verge of sinking into the depths of grief.Before the blade of anguish could finally destroy me,I fled, crying “Allah,” as far away as I could.Crushed beneath this heavy load, this is what I understood:The wounds of the spirit are surely hard to bear.Like a great well, my insides filled with cries,I felt you, O people of pain, with your bleeding hearts.Akrom MALIK
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