Patience
Patience is hard. For my God
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Patience is hard. For my GodHas made lasting the honor of each deedThat is arduous for His servant,So that the servant may be filled with honor's light!Good manners are a jewel not found in all,A fine character is the phoenix's seed.Whoever journeys with the baggage of mannersWill reach the gate of Paradise adorned.Upbringing is like the growing of a bone,A bone gives pain the more it grows.If you are able to seek upbringing,You are sure to meet with bitter pains.Patience. Manners. Fine character. Upbringing — todayThey have ceased to sprout among humankind.A knot is tied upon the eye of insight,The ego has taken all of us captive.How you lashed out, O my confidant,Where did you find so much poison?!You broke the jewel of manners; the saplingOf my word you hacked down mercilessly, like the blind.For the blessings my Lord has heaped upon us,Why is giving thanks so heavy?!Today you live far from grief,Yet my heart aches at your rebellion.Your rabid ego is a dog. Where a dog is,No angels will be — do not forget, O fellow.In a world of countless creaturesYour existence is not the only one.Why do you not lend an ear to the word of the Real,Why is no shore in sight in your transgression?!What you saw was, in truth, love, and yetYou have always been the killer of your own love.God bless you, do not rush so,Cleanse and purify a little your reason's eye.Before you, blessings flow like a river,Fear God a little, be fair, be fair.08. 11. 2024.Akrom MALIK
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