Wisdom
The wife of a certain scholar and saint
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
The wife of a certain scholar and saintHad a bitter tongue and a very hard nature.Without the least embarrassment, defying her husband,She pained his heart with vile words.His close friends were aware of this,Even his disciples had witnessed it.At last the companions gathered one dayAnd said to the master, wishing him well:“Do not bare your chest to the arrow of injustice,The hurt that reaches you is anguish for us.Do not pass through life with such grief,Give us the chance, let us earn a reward.That is, let us find you another wife,Nimble of hand and foot, and sweet of tongue.Saying every word as sweet as honey,Let her always seat you in the place of honor.”“Minds do not know the wisdom of destiny,What secret is hidden in the workings of decree?!If we show a little piety and patience, that is enough,Life will pass — be it salty or sweet.Let me, too, be patient, my demand is piety,Let me put the pain of the Hereafter in my heart.Without bringing any more trouble on my head,I will just marry the houris in paradise.”Akrom MALIK
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