Life
Like a violet left out in the rain,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Like a violet left out in the rain,My head was left beneath the falling stones.Like Azrael taking away the souls,Sorrow took the light of joy out of my heart.The tree of misfortune grew vigorously,And I could not escape its shade.The army of despair, like a stormy sea —I could not defeat it, could not bring it down.Each stone that fell, with sighs and cries,I took into my hand and slowly examined.Unable to hold back the fiery tears from my eyes,I lost my senses — alas, God save us.To chop away the roots of the tree of misfortuneAnd dry it out from the bottom, I made a vow.I looked at the root, and, covering my face,I cried aloud: “Is there really no happiness?!”Before my eyes dreadful secrets were laid bare,It is impossible to keep regret concealed:The falling stones were stones I had thrown myself,The tree that grew was the sapling I had planted!..Akrom MALIK
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