Faith
He was still a child — wading through the mud,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
He was still a child — wading through the mud,He would run about, riding a stick for a horse.Never having drunk the poison of regret,Every moment he found a thousand delights.But in his nature aspiration shed its light,And devotion lit up his whole being.Discovering a thousand and one wisdoms in every word,He made burning with pain his calling.He could never be two-faced,He had no strength to break his vow.Often breaking free from the chain of the world,He would fly in the skies of eternity.His discoveries and secrets would not fit within him,He would say, “If only I could bring them to everyone in the world.”Whatever dust might lie on anyone’s heart,He would say, “If only I could wipe it all away with love.”But the affairs of the world are not easy,The world’s trickery is tangled beyond all tangling.With all his reason and knowledge, no personCan fully unravel its cunning and its difficulties.He was struck by the arrows of his foes,Yet he prevailed over the enemies’ attack.It is hard to understand the wisdom of fate —That slave met with an assault from his friends.His limbs and body were washed with blood,A crimson spring gushed from his chest.For a while the homeland wept,For a while separation and parting scorched him.Divine help arrived from the Malakut,And little by little all his wounds healed.The sighs of sorrow withdrew like a cloud,And warmth returned to his body again.He said: “Every person who has turned away from us —If I have been hurt for the sake of my own nafs,Let my hurt hang unsettled in the air,May the Truth make broken hearts whole!If I was displeased for the sake of God,This is my plea before my Lord:Let Him give them no torment and no punishment,Let Him forgive — every slave needs His pardon.Whoever sought salvation by learning from meAnd then suddenly turned their faces away —Finding blessing in this knowledge,Let none of them ever slip from the true path.If I have spoken for the sake of my nafs,May my God forgive me too, amin.When my time comes, sooner or later, and one day I die,May He wipe out my mistakes entirely, amin!”Akrom MALIK
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