As He manifests in all things
He creates colourful patterns in the world,
His soft command of Be begins the festival of romance
He flutters His beautiful black locks and wildly winds
The lovers in their sounding bodies and lovely souls
Friends,in all seasons He blooms in gardens
As roses, tulips, narcissuses, and others
In His gardens He resounds with music
As singing birds, bees, and crickets buzz
'All is He, I am nobody', the people of knowledge say
On their tongues sometimes but
He proclaims proudly, 'I am the Haq'
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem