Love
If someone tells me that you are bad,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
If someone tells me that you are bad,I will know that he himself is bad, my love.If someone brings ill news about you,I will tear out his soul, my love.If he lays at your door, small or great,Heavy or light, any sin at all!..Turning my face from him forever, of course,I would not even listen to a hundred witnesses.For to me you are the beloved,And every deed of the beloved is sweet.You are the pure flower of the garden of purity,Only the impure will ever doubt this!For one who suspects his belovedIs an out-and-out liar in matters of love.And one who stays silent, alas, when they insult his belovedIs a base one in the whirlpool of the nafs.Every person’s understanding, insight and mindKeep feeding on every deed he does.That is why the people of pure and impure deedsSee everyone in the world as like themselves.The very people who reproach youAre themselves involved in the deeds they slander you with.The eye of my heart sees you as light,But the learned and the clever do not see this.If I keep my love pure, I have no regret,For the Truth accepts a pure love.I am certain that, for the sake of my pure love,My God will keep purifying you completely.Akrom MALIK
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