O my friend, I am not a Sufi
I still like to berate, curse, or even
Think that I'm better than you
I just acted like a Sufi
Give advice to many people
But can not advise myself
(I should be ashamed)
Many wise words that I have spread, and
What's happening is still lying to myself
I'm still reluctant to be separated from a very high ego
My mind is so trivial about the afterlife
Worldly matters make it hard for me to remember
Even now I am not a Sufi who can give up worldly passions
For the sake of a better afterlife
I still often fellowship with the ego;
Instead of listening to my old soul says:
"See you have the power of thought and knowledge, you can use
both as a means of self-improvement"
I always seek to change my existing and morals to be better
than yesterday without having to live like a Sufi
Yeah my dear friend, this is my personal affair, between me and my Lord;
I will not involve you in it
Enough of you to remind me of what is the purpose of my life?
May god bless you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem