Wisdom
A young man sat there, full of sorrow,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
A young man sat there, full of sorrow,When suddenly his master called him: “Come.”Before the grief could bring the disciple to ruin,He hurried to his spiritual guide.“No joy is left upon the stage of your life,Understand,” he said, “the secret of your state.Why can you never find any consolation,Why do calamities keep coming one after another?!Know that whatever grief destiny gives you,It is the image of the deeds you have done.If God gives others much and you but little,Know this comes from the greed within your ego.In truth, what you were given is enough for you,It is only that you have no contentment.So long as a servant rebels against the Truth,He will find his specialty only in pain.If there is no contentment in your heart, O man,One after another, torment after torment, one after another.Do not just cry out at your pains,Understand their wisdom at least once!The saints have said: never be in haste,Whatever you do, you do it to yourself.Do not hang from a gallows higher than your stature,Let not your trace vanish without being found on earth!”Akrom MALIK
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