Faith
O heart that longs for the path of the prophets,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
O heart that longs for the path of the prophets,O one who dreams of the way of the saints!Know yourself as dead before you die,Every night go down into the earth and lie alone!..Yearning to follow in the footsteps of the prophets,Your aim to kiss the hands of the saints —As soon as one finds such intentions,His time is spent in struggle with himself.First you will see your mistakes clearly,You will confess to all your flaws.Realizing that this world, this rose garden, is a vast prison,You will seek a resting place in the everlasting expanses.Once you have girded yourself for the great journey,Once you have made ready to go toward true honor,Opening your wounded heart to the dawn,You will set out by night toward that goal.Little by little the desire for the world will die,Little by little every need will come to an end.You will know — there is no way the trialsThat befell the prophets will not come to you!..As long as you seek nearness to the Truth,You will surely walk the road of the people of Truth.The sherbet of humiliation that every prophet sippedYou too will taste, cup by cup, one by one.Akrom MALIK
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