Life
As long as man lives amid the turmoil,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
As long as man lives amid the turmoil,Time’s work, indeed, is plunder and pillage.Tearing a person’s life to pieces,It carries it off, and yet is always hungry.In short, living amid the scramble, mankindWears himself out to preserve his wealth.He rushes about, he cries aloud,For the sake of wealth he spends all his strength.He guards his house by night and day,Devoted to his car, he breaks his sleep.If a word is spoken about money,He will snap and cast off any bond.If only these riches of his were faithful,But they behave just like a harlot —Today the pretty ones are in your arms,Tomorrow they lie in another’s embrace.When money, car and house have slipped out of your hands,They will not cast a single glance your way.And you, in your state, gasping for breath,Will watch how life deceives.For this reason, find riches that will never leave your hands,Riches that know nothing of betrayal.Whatever you spend on them is never waste,Guard them and circle round them.First of all, faith is the greatest wealth,Loyalty and faithfulness are priceless.Trust is a mighty fortune in your hands,It never abandons you, it walks with you breath by breath.And love, too, O fickle one,Is worth keeping safe within the heart.If you guard these as treasure, that is enough,They are ready to go with you to the Hereafter.Akrom MALIK
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