Curled up inside myself...
...Cut off from the world outside...
...Reading the divine book...
...In my study inside...
...Not thinking about the pomp and show;
Time flies by, like a running stream;
Immersed in the words...
...inscribed on the pages of the preserved book...
...My soul is not hiding in its bodily cage;
Lost in the mystic meanings of the book...
...Every word I read keeps me hooked to my God...
...Who reveals the secret meanings upon my heart;
In meditation, I contemplate, contemplate, contemplate;
And loving what wisdom, truths, hidden secrets...
...are revealed upon my heart.
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem