The Tongue of Pain

As an old proverb used to say:

“The dogs will bark — the caravan finds its way.”

The fault’s not theirs, don’t place the blame,

They bark along the road the same.

To stand up right is never light,

The world will push with all its might.

If fortune smiles and lifts you high,

They wound your heart and pass you by.

If you succeed, their faces fall,

In envy’s poison, trapped they crawl.

They whisper lies, both harsh and wild,

With tongues that stretch a mile and piled.

They bark and bark till they grow weak,

Then chase again the ones they seek.

No rest they find, no peace inside,

Still running with their wounded pride.

As Abdulla Oripov once wrote in pain:

“May grief not burn your soul in vain…

Yet bitterness will make you cry,

When caravans pass barking by.”

Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi Uzbekistan