Faith
Whatever calamity befell me,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Whatever calamity befell me,I never said, “Kill me,” O God.Nothing but a good opinion of YouEver came into my mind, O God.I have always trusted only You,Rejoiced only in what You gave,If I sinned, I burned only with that,Do not burn me in Hell, O God.Your remembrance became the heart’s paradise,Perhaps the paradise of a loving slave,The paradise of the road toward You,Do not cast me out of Your Paradise, O God.My strength is no match for my own ego,And my grudge against Satan is great,My baggage is unfit for the Hereafter,I am in dire need of Your compassion, O God.At times I loved the human kind,I tasted the bitter taste of love,But sinking once again into You,I ask for Your love, O God.Those I loved have brought me grief,I endured long calamity and sorrow,The candle flickering within my breast —You Yourself lit it, do not put it out, O God.Whoever had entered my heart,Whoever had played about in my heart,Whoever had struck my heart with a dagger,I forgot, and I was freed, O God.Whatever pleasant blessing You have given,To some a blessing in waking, to some in dreams,All of it is sweet, all of it is precious,I have given thanks for all of it, O God.If only I could live long and worship,If only I could obey You completely!If only I could build a dwelling out of love,This is what I ask of You, O God.I do not want the slightest sin,I want no judge to hear my plea but You!I want no refuge but You,Bring me to what I long for, O God!Deliver me from heedlessness,Grant sincerity to my whole being!If You call me Your slave, special and chosen,What more is needed than this, O God!Akrom MALIK
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