Dalqak’s Message

The ruler of Termez, who was the king there, had a jester who was aware of his affairs.  
He had an important task in Samarkand and sought a swift horse to complete it.  
He announced that anyone who could bring him news from there within five days would receive treasures.  
The jester, who was in the village, heard this and quickly rode to Termez.  
On the way, two of his mounts perished from the speed at which he drove them.  
He rushed into the court from the dusty road, seeking the king at an unusual hour.  
His sudden entrance caused a commotion in the court, and the king was filled with anxiety.  
The hearts of the city's people were troubled, wondering what disaster or calamity had occurred.  
Was it an overpowering enemy attacking us, or a deadly calamity arising from the unseen?  
The jester, in his haste, had killed several horses on the road.  
People gathered at the king's palace, wondering why the jester had come in such a hurry.  
His haste and the intensity of his words caused turmoil and anxiety in Termez.  
Some were beating their knees in distress, while others were wailing in fear.  
Amidst the noise, chaos, and fear of punishment, every heart was lost in a hundred thoughts.  
Everyone was guessing what fire had fallen into the wool.  
The king quickly gave him an audience, and after kissing the ground, he asked what had happened.  
Anyone who asked the jester about his sour demeanor was met with a finger to his lips, signaling silence.  
His behavior only increased the king's anxiety, leaving everyone bewildered.  
The jester gestured to the king, asking for a moment to catch his breath.  
He needed a moment to regain his senses, having fallen into a world of wonders.  
After an hour, the king, filled with anxiety and suspicion, found his throat and mouth bitter.  
He had never seen the jester like this, as he was usually his most pleasant companion.  
The jester always entertained with stories and jokes, keeping the king happy and laughing.  
He would make the king laugh so hard during gatherings that the king would hold his stomach with both hands.  
The king's body would become weak from laughter, and he would fall over from laughing.  
But today, the jester was pale and sour, signaling silence with a finger to his lips.  
The king was lost in layers of anxiety and imagination, wondering what calamity awaited.  
The king's heart was filled with fear and caution because the neighboring ruler was very bloodthirsty.  
He had killed many kings in that region, either through deceit or force.  
This king of Termez was anxious about him, and the jester's behavior only increased his anxiety.  
The king demanded to know what was happening and who was causing such turmoil.  
The jester said he had heard in the village that the king had announced on every main road.  
He wanted someone to ride to Samarkand in three days, promising treasures in return.  
The jester hurried to tell the king that he did not have the ability to do so.  
Such agility was not possible for someone like him, and he asked the king to relieve him of this hope.  
The king cursed the jester's haste, saying it had caused great anxiety in the city.  
For such a trivial matter, he had set fire to the meadow and grass.  
Like those inexperienced ones with drums and banners, we are impoverished and lacking.  
They boast of being spiritual leaders, making themselves out to be like Bayazid.  
They claim to have become seekers and reached their goal, opening gatherings in the house of claims.  
The groom's house is full of turmoil and trouble, and the bride's family is unaware of it.  
We cleaned and decorated the houses, rising joyfully and intoxicated by this desire.  
From that side, no message came, nor did a bird arrive from that roof.  
From these additional messages, a response has reached you.