Faith
If I were perfect, if I were pure myself,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
If I were perfect, if I were pure myself,Would I have any need of your instruction?!Whenever I was wounded, my breast torn open,I came to you — be my salvation.If I could have set myself right without you,Would I have brought you my lifeless body, dear?!If I could have spoken my words rightly without you,My head would never have fallen at your feet.Why, then, do you now look on me with loathing,Why do you turn your face from one who is sick?Did you have no compassion for the ailing,Did autumn scatter dead leaves in your spring?!So be it — be repelled by what we are,So be it — shut the door of refusal in our face.We are certain that the Lord will take us in,We have come to His threshold, ruined and in shame.Akrom MALIK
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