The knell is ringing on my head,
The archangel is standing by my side,
He conveys to me salām from God,
And kisses me between my brows,
While reciting to me the wordless word,
And heads me to the Light-house...
Where houries sing in the chorus,
Oh! they welcome me as a groom,
I am happy all love me and sing my praise,
Since I made the eternal vow...
That I will take no one as my lord...
That I will not take Satan's call...
It seems to me in God's presence...
The universe is like a single orchestra,
The unstruck harp of soul is sounding...
Within my heart all the time,
The light upon light shines bright,
The melody of love swells forth,
Day and night, the chorus of music...
Fills the universe through and through,
My Beloved gleams upon me...
Like the lightning-flash in the sky,
Like the full moon on its fourteenth
night,
Like the shining sun
on a clear summer day,
Wrapped in the divine light...
My soul sings day and night...
Playing on the reedless flute...
In the secret boundless valley...
Where the cool breeze is blowing,
Where the unseen birds are singing,
And the lord cries in His delight:
I am the lord of the day!
I am sitting on the throne!
Whose is the kingdom this day?
It is Allah's, the One, the Most Supreme!
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem