I had thought, having annihilated my self,
I would pass away in you,
The final destination, but ah! No creature may ever,
Draw near to you, save when you draw him near,
How can I live, my Lord, without you;
Thy light is everywhere: thy music is everywhere,
How can I flee from you?
Lo! I have severed every thought from your other,
And cast off the robes of my self,
So that I might be allowed to live in you,
How long, my beloved, I will remain forlorn?
I can no more endure the expulsion from your garden!
Mykoul
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