Faith
At times I feel as if I were left in the grave,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
At times I feel as if I were left in the grave,All around is silence, and I am all alone.I lean on You alone, my God,If You give no light, my life is wholly dark.The tears of loneliness fill my eyes,I am left forlorn in the corner of the friendless.The sun of my friends’ kindness has set as well,My body walks on, feeble and stooped.Whomever I loved, I lost, alas,At the word “love,” dread awakens in my heart.When the steppe of parting has become the shelter over my head,How would the heart dare to love?!.What kind of thing is this — my mind is helpless,My love is destroying all I have.Whomever my heart loves and longs to reach,From that one calamity rains upon my head.One by one they left me, all whom I missed,And following them, my mind and wits were gone.Come and see, O parting, how ruined I am,I have grown rich, gathering treasure out of torment!I command my heart, “Do not love,”But it is a stranger to obedience.When love’s blade is plunged in and the blood becomes a river,Who can say who is the killer, and who the slain?!Only long sighs rise up to the sky,Only through the long nights sleep is forbidden.Filling the heart with bright red embers,Sorrow weeps, pitying my state.If my sigh should reach my beloved, it is enough,I am happy if she asks, “Who is this poor wretch?”I have been hanged on the gallows of separation — perhapsI will be deemed worthy of the martyrdom of love!..Akrom MALIK
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