I sought my beloved...
...from the Imams of five schools¹,
I asked for the path that leads to you;
I asked of your attributes...
...your mark of identification...
...from the Sufis of all the orders I met;
None could lead me on your way¡
None could tell me how you are!
None could tell me where you are!
At last, I saw you through myself;
I found I don't have a separate identity;
I owe my existence only to your spirit...
...of which you breathed into me;
I shudder to think if I'm identical to you;
You can never know this secret hidden...
...unless you lose yourself totally in Him,
Trudging along the path of love...
...you will never dare say that:
You are not of Him, or...
...you won't go back to Him again;
The more I gaze at things around...
...the more my eyes incline towards their essence; 0
What is the essence of things except you?
Every drop I see comes of the same ocean!
Mykoul
1. Five schools of jurisprudence in Islam: Hawaii, Maliki, Hanbali, Shafi, and Jefari.
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