Faith
I am Your wretched servant, my compassionate Lord,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
I am Your wretched servant, my compassionate Lord,No one but You is my refuge.Without Your remembrance I am left lost and bewildered,Without remembering You no peace comes to my heart.Grant me Your love, make me Your lover,Whatever deed You love, make it beloved to me.The name of my soul is lament and weeping,Whomever You love, make him the one I long for!So that not a single span of ground remainsIn my life not overflowing with Your love.The very being of the slave who has not fledThe dungeon of this world to You is eternal pain!One day my life will come to its end,In the blink of an eye the eye too will close.Today this body is in torment, helpless,Tomorrow it will be buried in the pitch-black earth.My God, when I set out on the road toward You,Fill my surroundings with Your friends.When my soul packs its baggage from this world,How shall I go with all my shortcomings and flaws?!Perhaps, for the sake of the pure ones,You will draw the veil of pardon over me, my Lord!And the bitter terror of my fears will depart,And I will find a place of rest in Your mercy, my Lord!Akrom MALIK
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