Wisdom
A youth, as he was growing up, back then,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
A youth, as he was growing up, back then,Would dream of strength and might.Meeting an elder, he asked a question:“What must I do to become strong?”That perfect elder smiled:“Not every aim is reached by force.But it is better that you gain in strength,Steadfastness is good, just like a rock.Never look down upon the weak,Know that the wellspring of strength is a secret.If you master three secrets, one by one,Defeat will never cast its shadow over you.The first secret is this: always, dear soul,Have a deed that is known to God,And let no one else ever know of it,That secret is the source of every help.Another is this: let there be secretsThat you share with no one but yourself and those closest to you,So that the stones of grief and sorrowPerhaps will never rain upon your head!Another is this: if someoneEntrusts his secret to you, wholly,Do not reveal it to anyone, even if you die,Let this courtesy be the principle of your life.Secrets guard you like a fortress,Then pains will never overcome you.These ways will lead you to the straight path,May the light of guidance shine upon your head!”Akrom MALIK
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