Life

You who looked into my innermost self

Akrom MalikMarch 17, 2026, 00:11

Translated from Uzbek · Original text

You who looked into my innermost selfSensed my wretchedness and stayed away.You who grew weary looking at my sorrowGrew sick of it and went off far away.For you it is good, for you it is easy —You leave at once, the way is open!But tell me, where shall I, ill-fated and lamenting,Where shall I flee, poor wretch that I am!At that moment a call came from the unseen voice:“Why have you grown so hungry for grief?!Making the path of repentance your aim,Flee to the mercy of my God!”Akrom MALIK

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