Patience
Wondrous tales, wondrous words,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Wondrous tales, wondrous words,The subject of the stories is your honor, your glory.May luminous greetings reach you from the Truth,O shameless enemy of mine, O simple foe!..In my heart surge the waves of wisdom,In my eyes, brimming over, the flames of discoveries.O you, so zealous in the matter of backbiting,How marvelous are your thoughts and your interpretations!Was this truly your profession, your specialty?!Your words are giving news about you.The garb of enmity does not suit you,O you who were called a friend in the depths of the past.I have no answer for you in hostility,Indeed, with my love I am always victorious.Asking my Lord for repentance day and night,I walked gracefully across the plain of istighfar.I hold no enmity for you, my dear,Have a little pity on yourself.Day by day I keep rising, my lamb,Only do not burn with hatred and turn to ash.Akrom MALIK
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