Patience
I was rebuilt like the Sacred House
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
I was rebuilt like the Sacred HouseWhen my body was wrecked in floods of trial.I rose like a banner to the arches of unionWhen all my hope in everything was cut off.My chest was torn beyond measure by sorrows,My heart was taken captive among the foes,At last the essence of light was known —After long wandering in the valley of darkness.First I learned: existence is a prison, a prison,In the prison the madmen laugh and laugh.Without You my body was winter and frost,I came to You when my spirit was crushed hard.One day You will reach my sighs,You will hold out Your hand to a wretched, disgraced slave,Perhaps You will take me away with You,When it is plainly felt that no endurance is left...Akrom MALIK
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