Faith

Let our foes stir up mischief, so be it,

Akrom MalikApril 21, 2026, 03:18

Translated from Uzbek · Original text

Let our foes stir up mischief, so be it,Let them spread slander behind our backs.Whoever is of falsehood, so be it,Will surely fly toward the lies.Follow along, then, after the slander,O you who are blind, O people of ignorance!Run crowding after the backbiting,For you this is an ordinary state.Your deeds are neither good nor generous,In your words there is no knowledge or insight.Pinning wretchedness on others,You are heedless beyond all measure.Running after nothing but the world,And more backbiting — the moment you are idle.Biting at every person, raging,You have no other skill than this.Do not look at them, my love,Do not take them to your heart.Overcoming every kind of pain like this,Live loving your nights and days.If someone is eager to accuse people,Calling them adulterers and harlots!Even if he does not say such words,But always walks with such foul thoughts,May God protect us from such a state!There is a truth — lend your ear:Whoever is afflicted with such a natureIs himself corrupt and filthy.Do not cry out, “I am pure, I am far from this,”O you young cockerel!By Allah, you will not even noticeWhen you suddenly fall into such a pit!Say istighfar, repent,Bathe in your tears every day.Lest one day you sing a different songAnd be left buried under calamities!..Forgive us, O Generous God,If You show no kindness, our state is ruined!..We are wretched, our hearts are half-broken,Make them whole with taqwa, O Lord!Akrom MALIK

Let our foes stir up mischief, so be it,

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