Wisdom

When I imagine the great ones,

Akrom MalikMay 1, 2026, 05:54

Translated from Uzbek · Original text

When I imagine the great ones,Their awe makes my heart tremble.Seeing the ruins in the world,The bowls of my eyes fill up with tears.Beside them, who have we become?Our state — a frog, our gait — a goose.Our words of advice are like mockery,We ourselves are like some clown.Akrom MALIK

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