Wisdom
The green fruit has its dwelling on the branch,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
The green fruit has its dwelling on the branch,The seed's abode is down beneath the earth.Who leaves his place in hope of fame and gloryWill end up withered, wandering, of no worth.If you wait till you're ripe, they'll come in search of you,If you wait till you've grown, they'll come with courtesy,Those who don't wait will only leave in sorrow,Who's patient will be loved, a darling he will be.If you're a beggar, heart, don't say, “I'll be a king,”If you're a summit, never say, “I'll be a well,”Don't say, “I'll shine without the sun, I'll be the moon,”Who knows his station is the throne will royally dwell.The jackal who says, “I'm a lion,” is a joke indeed,The fox will never be a match for the wolf.The greatest truth that never changes is this:The one who knows his limits will be blessed and whole.The nature of each lineage is fixed, firmly fixed,A quality can't fall away from its own line.From pearl comes pearl, from ruby comes the ruby,Who keeps his lineage pure will wise and noble shine.Akrom MALIK
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