That mystic sound of hu hu,
Sneaked through my body pores,
Made my blood running through my veins,
A running stream roaring hu, hu,
That sound emptied me of my self,
Filled me with the zikre of my beloved,
Till my every limb, my every organ sounded,
Like a musical instrument,
And occupied my soul and my heart fully,
Till I got the great name of hu, hu
Mykoul
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