How long must I ignore the truth in Me!
What is my purpose if I am not the truth,
How long must I seek the truth in temples!
What is the dignity of a temple in relation to truth!
How long must I remain obsessed with forms!
How long must I remain blind to my essence!
I must penetrate into things to perceive the truth,
Truth is God's Light permeating everything,
Truth is the essence of every thorn and every rose,
The universe looks to me like a rose garden,
That emits a single fragrance,
I am coiled by the curly locks of the truth
Truth appears to me in all forms I love,
I go beyond the forms to see the truth
I see absolute oneness, one truth, in all creation,
I realize multiplicity is a myth - a delusion -
I realize the treasure is buried inside;
I realize that the Pearl is in my shell -
There is only one truth: hidden in me and also...
...hidden in everything,
Let me, now, raise the cry: He is the truth,
But how can my frenzied heart sit at rest,
Without proclaiming Anal-haq,
It is just the testimony of a drunken person -
Not acceptable in a sharia or a secular court,
How can I say I am you, when I witness -
Only you exist, and not mykoul.
Mykoul
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