Thank you, my thanks to you,
My love to you, O gentle Time! Slowly, slowly you set me free,
Poetry: Patience
Poems by Akrom Malik, newest first. Pick one for your mood.
I was rebuilt like the Sacred House
When my body was wrecked in floods of trial. I rose like a banner to the arches of union
In the hard hour when the whole world has given up and gone,
In the hour when the heart aches from the blade of slander. Akrom MALIK
Wondrous tales, wondrous words,
The subject of the stories is your honor, your glory. May luminous greetings reach you from the Truth,
Wondrous tales, wondrous words,
The subject of the stories is your honor, your glory. May luminous greetings reach you from the Truth,
The hands that throw the stone of slander will be cut off,
The tongues that speak the words of slander will be cut off. The slanderer will surely hang by his own tongue,
Upon a helpless, weak and wretched soul
A vile man cast the stone of slander. The poor one, unable to bear the shame and disgrace,
In the heavy hour when the whole world has abandoned you and gone,
In the hour when the heart aches from the blades of slander. In the hour when those who ate your bread plunge a dagger into your soul,
A young woman. A young mother. Faith in her heart,
She never misses her five daily prayers. Yet her heart was always bleeding with pain,
You are so naive, so ignorant,
You even look for a friend in this world! Your life goes by in tears and moaning,
When misfortune suddenly falls upon your head,
Your heart cut to pieces by sorrow's blade, Those who claimed to be friends raise a clamor,
Patience is hard. For my God
Has made lasting the honor of each deed That is arduous for His servant,