Life and purpose Fariduddin AttarIn the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep.He said, “This world is like a closed coffin, in whichWe are shut and in which, through our ignorance,We spend our lives in folly and desolation.When death comes to open the lid of the coffin,Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity,But those without will remain locked in the coffinSo my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken offDo all you can to become a bird of the way to God;Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers”.The time, when I met youAsror AllayorovThe time, when I met youI was born again.Lived lifelessUntil met you.The time, when I met youReally, I awakened,Ate,Drank,All were useless.I wanted to live moreThe time, when I met you,Again,Stronger,Braver.The time, when I met youMy ideas were mixedWith worryingI breathed full.The time, when I met you,Bowed my head.My spirit raised in the sky,There was no choice to burnish eyes.Divine sorcery fondlead the heart,Felt, The world was forever.Suddenly,Met youThe cemetry.
