Life
Losing is hard, losing is bitter,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Losing is hard, losing is bitter,It is as if a piece of you were gone, alas.Every loss is a stabbing pain in the heart,Never leaving, your spirit’s lifelong companion.First of all, may our parents be in good health,May they live long years, glad and at peace.They are the canopy above our heads,May their hearts never see grief.Our father and mother bore us and raised us,But it is the teacher who shows the bright road.In life’s hardest and most painful hourHelp will come to you from your teacher.For it is your duty to hide your sorrowsFrom your frail father and mother, surely.That is why it is right to runTo your teacher’s embrace when you suffer hardship.When there is no road, the teacher sets you on the road,He lights a lamp in the pitch-black darkness.He supports you from behind with his prayers,However far, however distant you may go.That is why we pray that teachers may be well,May the Lord grant them steadfastness like mountains.Whoever has a teacher, let him know his worth,No enemy can defeat him, however hard he tries.If you are a tree, do not forget, O brave man,You will never have the strength to stand uprightUnless the lawful spouse that God has destined for youWeeps for you and bears your pain.For the sake of your children and your fortune, mayYour household stand firm in chastity and modesty.May it be a hidden mountain beneath your feet,So that your head may reach the heavens.A child is the fruit that grew out of your heart,If it is plucked, your whole world will tremble.A child is your secret, your very way of being,With him your joy and your sorrow grow.If your child is sick, all words and speechAre not enough to tell the state you are in.Let your child not cry, let him always smile,With your child’s happiness, the evenings turn to day.If misfortune should suddenly rain down on your head,You need a shoulder to help you bear it.May your faithful companion and friend never leave you,True friends are pillars for you, like mountains.May the faithful friend always be safe,May he never know what illness is.Though rain and hail and snow fall on his head,May he never fall before his foes.Your kin and your relatives toil for you,Your happiness is your brothers and your sisters.Each of them is a star, each of them a sun,May they all be safe — those pure hearts.My God, have mercy on Your servants,We are all as helpless as autumn leaves.In the Presence of Majesty, king and beggar are equal,One day we will be scattered on the earth like dust.If You do not uphold us, our state is ruined,It is You who inspire light into the heart.Let the lying mirage not lead us astray,Lead us on the road to You — enough, and that is all.Akrom MALIK
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