Faith
A believer who has sinned does not sigh for nothing,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
A believer who has sinned does not sigh for nothing,For the word for sin, “gunoh,” holds an “oh” within.Sin sows nothing in the heart but thorns,That is why the eyes of the guilty are filled with tears.I will describe the three kinds of sin,For it is better to know your companion.Half of your life you have spent on it,And the other half will be given to regret.The first kind of sin is hidden from the eye,Even you yourself will be unaware of it.Then comes the sin you know, or did on purpose,The sin from which torments arise.Then comes your crime laid open to the people,The good and the bad alike are aware of it.With this sin, even if your name is mentioned,Its stain will bring danger to your fate.I have given you this knowledge in brief,Now let me speak a little of its details:Know it deeply, this is how things truly are —Sin is a tree, enormous and tall.The root of this tree is hidden sin,Its trunk is the deeds you know yourself.Let there be a thousand cries, a hundred thousand sighs,Its fruit is that deed coming to light.Hidden sin is heedlessness and lust,Arrogance and showing off are its very being.Your eyes grow blind, and you think only,“In me is all the greatness of mankind.”You never take anyone into account,You count everyone lower than yourself.Thinking, “Among the lowly and the base, I am the dear one,”You consider yourself the most skilled of all.You cannot bear the true word for a moment,You see no grace or merit in anyone.Showing lofty devotion to your own praise,You aim for a place filled with applause.You will sink so deep into heedlessnessThat your own state is wholly hidden from you.Taking delight in the taste of the swamp,Your body makes not the slightest effort to be saved.Then your will slips away, soundless and silent,You commit one sin after another.But no one will know of that sin,And you will want to turn back, but you will not be able.Each time your conscience suffers anguish,Each time you repent of your sin.But the days go by, and your state is ruined,You sink into sin, with reason or without.But your deeds will not match what is inside,Again gossip and mischief will not leave your tongue.As your evil deeds keep multiplying,They are now laid bare before the people — alas.That is why, first of all, feel regretFor the sin that even you do not know.Each day come to yourself, all alone,Reflect: what did you say, what did you do today?Always strive to be awareOf your own state, your condition and your fervor.So that you do not fall into a pit you dug yourself,Parted from your reason and your insight.If you are too weak for this task — and indeed,Not everyone can come to himself alone —Make the court of a spiritual guide your homeland,Kneel down and surrender yourself to him.Perhaps God will show you His grace,Perhaps the glance of the elders will reach you.Perhaps the road of guidance will open up,Perhaps the dangers on your road will grow fewer.My Lord, my every state is plain to You,How my mind must have left me, and the hour —That I have shamelessly spoken these words,That I have dared to speak of sin.Forgive this daring of mine, pardon me, my God,I am Your servant who has not known himself.If only You would give me a place in the garden of Your mercy,So be it — even as a handful of dust in that garden...Akrom MALIK
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