I don't desire to adore the fairy houris living in the tents of Jannah;
Horis, decked with golden ornaments, studded with diamonds;
I don't desire to take a drop from the four rivers of Jannah;
I don't desire to visit the mausoleums of great saints;
Who are sleeping in their graves, waiting for reckoning;
I don't desire to make idols of great masters and worship them;
I just want to be a sincere devotee to my creator;
I'd rather want to be chosen to walk on the path of love;
On which march the braves to give their life for beloved's pleasure.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem