Faith
We bade farewell to those who left — be safe,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
We bade farewell to those who left — be safe,We opened our arms to those who came — peace be upon you!Be good to some, and to others be bad,Words brimming with good wishes for you!We saw the light that shines in your heart,Gleaming in the mirror of your eyes.We asked about the hidden pain and grief in your heart,Strolling in the radiance of moonlit nights.Unable to bear the torment of the deep, deep woundsWithin your heart, you cry out,But when beautiful, beautiful favors come from the Truth,Thanksgiving will rise up in your words.If there were no sorrows in your days,If sleep did not flee far from your nights —You would not know what in you is broken and what is whole,You would not see what darkness is and what a lamp is.If earthquakes did not strike your being,The hidden mountains and stones in your heart would not burst.You could not find treasures beyond price —If bitter tears did not wash the glass of your eyes.At times, looking at your life, dumbfounded and amazed,You will ponder, “How did I ever live through it?”When calamities have laid your being in ruins,Weeping and weeping, you will build a house out of hopes.Seeing trials and fire every day and every night,You learn both to burn and to be scorched.When the snows fall, you find the knack without fumbling,And wrap yourself in your carpet called faith.If suddenly a manifestation shows its grace —Your longing for the Lord overflows and you bow down.Saying “alas” again and again to your own nature,You regret your rebellion and your defiance.Forgive me, my Lord, weakness is my attribute,I have no one but You in both worlds.To be left without You is my misfortune, my ruin,Do not leave me for a moment, O our Lord!..Akrom MALIK
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