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"