Faith
A wayfarer suffered much cruelty from the people,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
A wayfarer suffered much cruelty from the people,His heart and soul were torn to pieces by the blade.Never mind his body — his spirit cried out in woe,And wounds opened amid his cries.Suddenly a call came to him from the unseen:“You have sworn an oath that your love is true.Would a slave whose love is true ever sigh?!Is he a lover who regrets his love?!If the hurts people cause you pain you,Or if you rejoice in their applause,It means your selfishness has won the fight,And there is still danger in the fate of your love.Once you forget the differenceBetween the praise and the reproach on people’s tongues,It means there is truth in your love,And now perhaps it is fitting to await union.Know that the trial of the path of love is heavy,For the lover the nafs is a shackle, the world a cage.If you say ‘Truth,’ slanders will rain down on your head,Indeed, every sigh on this path is sacred.”Akrom MALIK
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