Faith
My Lord, look on me with mercy, forgive me, my God,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
My Lord, look on me with mercy, forgive me, my God,Is there no corner left where I can fit?..Have I fallen into a pit, where is my place?..Am I suffering cruelty, am I weeping?..Why has my sorrow grown so great?Why is there not strength enough to bear it?Or did I perhaps drink not water, but poison?On what paths have I stumbled now?No, I am not at all displeased with You,With the destiny You gave I am content, content.But because of my weakness my voice will not come out,Like a warrior defeated in the fight.My Lord, deliver me from this dark pit,Lay Your own balm upon the wound in my chest.Deliver me from the sin that is called sorrow,I am ashamed before You even to grieve.But my strength is small, I have fallen, what can I do,As if madness had suddenly seized me.Look on me with mercy — otherwise, where can I go?!I am Your bad one, if bad I am!The blind and helpless one who broke his vow,I became a beggar of the base and worthless.Unlucky is the one who calls a servant his friend,Now show me Your friendship, O my God!Akrom MALIK
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