Wisdom
If they plunge a dagger in your breast for a word of truth,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
If they plunge a dagger in your breast for a word of truth,There can surely be no greater honor than this.Truth is light, and the owls flee from it,But truth is heavy as a mountain.Once you have shouldered it, you must carry it,Do not bend or tire beneath the load of truth.Not every brave man enters the service of the Real;If you have entered that service, shed no tears.Truth is so bitter and so sharpThat the ego squeals at it like a pig.Enter the path of truth without the slightest fear,On this path do not look wretched and forlorn.Do not forget: truth is the word of the Real,Truth is the path the Prophet walked.Before the truth the brave are lambs —Who have come running to be sacrificed.Let it displease your father, and perhaps your mother tooWill not bow her head to a word of truth — so be it.Even should the whole world stand against the Real,The Real will not turn into a lie because of them.The form of truth, its inner essence, neverCan reason see clearly and in light.Before the truth all reason is blind,Forever unable to grasp it.For Truth is a blessed inheritance,Left to us from the pockets of the saints.Set your foot in the footprints of the saintsAnd take this inheritance and press it to your eyes.Truth! How great an honor you are!Bright as the sun, exalted as the sky.You are the destination, the aim true heroes seek,To journey toward you is a blessed victory.Indeed, even to know and recognize you is hard,Since egos have drawn their veil across the eyes.I gaze upon your face and grow faint,Forgetting the feeble spite of slaves.What immense happiness to be in love with you,What bliss to burn in separation from you!For both worlds you are the mighty throne,For both worlds you are the everlasting light!08. 11. 2024.Akrom MALIK
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