Patience
The hands that throw the stone of slander will be cut off,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
The hands that throw the stone of slander will be cut off,The tongues that speak the words of slander will be cut off.The slanderer will surely hang by his own tongue,But you go on, do not stop, my friend,Do not get caught in the ashes of despair, my friend.Whoever stabbed your heart with a dagger, forget him,Whoever turned his face from you, go further off.Hold all the tighter to sincerity and loyalty,One day there will be the greatest court, my friend,Do not be like the fickle and unreliable, my friend.Sorrow beyond all measure crushes the heart,In the clutches of grief the soul thrashes about.Overcome your sadness, do not let Satan win,Do not limp before your enemies, my friend,Do not wail in the darkness of oppression, my friend.If cancer should spread across the body,Unless you cut it out at the root, danger will come.A lying friend is worse than the poison of cancer,Do not tremble in a liar’s clutches, my friend,Do not doze in the embrace of heedlessness, my friend.Bad news will bring an evil omen, no doubt,When an evil omen comes, sorrow comes, no doubt.From evil words trust will die, no doubt,Do not befriend the ill-omened and weep, my friend,Do not sear your breast, crying “alas,” my friend.The one called a friend opens words of hope,When he comes, sorrows and griefs will flee.From his eyes he will scatter brightness and light,Never embrace a traitor by mistake, my friend,Never give up a true friend, my friend.Of torment and of wrath, of night and smoke,Of evil omens, evil states, of jinn and madness,If someone talks endlessly of dread and gloom,Do not keep such a jinx beside you, my friend,Do not whitewash coal to make it clean, my friend.We have always seen the pessimists, the bearers of gloom,Those who cook their pilaf out of your sorrow.The foul-mouthed, the carriers of evil talk,In their hands there is a trap, my friend,When you see them, flee far away, my friend.If you see someone in the throes of death,Look upon his state with compassion and mercy!Show kindness, perhaps his torment will passAway — it would be no wonder, it is a good deed, my friend,Whoever does this is a true human being, my friend.Even if stones rain down, speak good words,Say there is repentance, there is mercy — let eyes shine!Goodness will surely seek out the good,Be good, and goodness will find you, my friend,The Truth will draw the veil of mercy over you, my friend.Set your heart free from all its sorrows,Do not let despair turn your face yellow!Let your heart be always bright, by night and day,Come, step out of sadness, come, laugh, my friend,The mercy of the Truth is wide, have hope, my friend!Akrom MALIK
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