I am the Imām, I am the Muqtadë
With all humility I stand behind I;
Wherever I turn, I see I
In six directions I see I
To I, I pray
In every genuflection,
In every penetration,
At Abraham's Station,
I witness I
No wonder, I am the truth
He is the reality of I
He manifests through I
There is none other than He
How long must I shy
He is I, I is He
As nothing exists but He
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem
No wonder, I am the truth He is the reality of I He manifests through I/// the utterance seemingly as like as the Mansoor Hallaj