In the closed coffin of the world,
I am shut inside
In darkness and desolation,
Folly and falsehood ruling the roost!
When death comes
To open the lid
How will I fly my Angel,
Without a wing of liberation?
Does Love demand a mystic silence?
Oh my Angel!
I got the revelation,
That “Thou” and “I” no longer exist!
I draw aside the veil from Love,
To see the self merging in the beloved!
Oh my Angel,
I am a slave of your love,
Liberated in the two worlds,
You the bird from the heaven’s garden,
How can I explain the pangs of separation?
My longing for you, is the core of mystery,
And longing brings the cure,
In the form of you
When I will surrender at their golden feet!
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