O thou the first word of Allah, ...
Blown into me...
On the day he gave me life,
Life, my life, come and talk to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for thee;
For thou art the great mystic name...
...that keeps me connected to my lord...
...through zikre-e-daaim,
All that I am, that I have, ...
...that I hope and all my love,
Have ever flowed from thee to me secretly,
One perfect speech from thine tongue...
...and my life will be ever enlightened,
Thou be the garland of flowers in my neck,
Through my entire life,
Thou art the secret flute in my heart,
That sweetly sounds...
...when I sit with my lord...
...alone in the solitude of night.
Mykoul
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