Umid Ali writes

PAIN IS SOUL’S ROOT

  

I accompany and endeavor

For all your sad songs

I am the one tanked to your melodies

With the sky high heart

I have an unstable thought,

There is no end for it.

I have a sad melody,

In the tone played by musicians.

There is one heart, one soul,

Playing in the melodies.

Burning the fire – blood,

In the life’s sad billows.

Is it a life turned into sorrow?

I don’t know but endless offense.

If there is not any pain inside the soul,

The world is a heavenly cemetery. 

--tr.  Asror Allayarov from 'The Gate Opened by Angels"