Wisdom

Not the cloud itself, but the water it brings is sweet,

Akrom MalikFebruary 17, 2026, 12:19

Translated from Uzbek · Original text

Not the cloud itself, but the water it brings is sweet,You drink its water and forget the cloud itself.We too are like the cloud, for all our surging and roaring —Our water is our word; it is that you should heed.We are dark like a cloud, our very being is a wound,Do not look at us — tell me, are you thirsty?If you are parched like a traveler in the desert, we are the cure,You have come — have you drunk the water now? Then go back!Akrom MALIK

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