I am rowing my boat on the ocean of Time,
Towing it with two raw strands,
My oars - meditation and contemplation -
Being useless, I have thrown them away,
How could I hope to cross the ocean of time,
With such useless rowing equipments,
Only the song of love can help me transcend...
... the ocean of time,
Alhamdulillah! I hear The Golden Flute,
Its notes take the soul to the highest of the high...
...from the lowest of the low,
Now successful am I, by the grace of God,
Gone duality, gone the night of separation
Mykoul
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