I neither come nor go on the road of time;
I neither take births nor undergo deaths;
I am a warrior of Love Jihad;
I am confident I will defeat the forces of negation;
The Perpetual Zikre is my sole weapon;
That neither forgetfulness nor death can penetrate;
My soul is captive to the aroma of my love;
My soul is echoing,
With the sound of the Harp of Love;
The source of effulgent light of Love,
That radiates my heart;
Love opens up the springs of knowledge
and wisdom for me;
I face directly to the Supreme Reality,
Wherever I turn to, he is there;
I hear and enjoy his mystic word:
That awakens and enlightens me,
And harmonizes my song of life;
That word creates a commitment in me,
Tĵo fulfill my ancient covenant;
Come past the curtain waving in front
of the Divine Light, which is your own light.
Mykoul
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