The mystery if it can be told is not a mystery;
The goal if it can be reached is not a mystery;
The path if it can be defined is not a mystery;
The being if it can be named is not a mystery;
The time if it can be measured is not a mystery;
The space if it can be measured is not a mystery.
Man is a mystery because we see:
When he is born, he has no name;
When he dies, he has no name;
Who creates him is a mystery;
Where from does he come is a mystery;
Where does he go is a mystery;
What is his purpose is a mystery.
Mystery are the heavens and the earth;
Mystery is all that is in heavens and the earth;
Mystery is all that is between the heavens and the earth;
Mystery is the hell and the paradise;
Mystery is the punishment and the reward;
Mystery is the life and the death;
Mystery is the love and the hatred;
Mystery is the peace and the war;
Mystery is the sound and the light;
Mystery is the creator and the created;
Mystery is the director and the directed;
Mystery is the commander and the commanded.
As our gnosis and wisdom increases,
Mystery receives the different names;
Together we call them the supreme God;
We submit to him, we adore him;
He is the mother of all mysteries.
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem