Holy Word of Allah,
Mysterious essence of man,
It reminds me how did I become,
A wanderer! on this strange land,
Hold the word in the cup of your eyes,
You will learn to walk between the lights and sounds,
You will learn melodies that give final shape,
To your longing to go there where you belong,
Give ear to the word, it will speak to you,
Giving off mystic perfume and carry your soul,
Beyond time and space to your original home
Mykoul
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