It was an amazing moment,
I could look straight at the sun,
At mid-noon when it was roasting the eyes,
If they dared to cast the glance,
On its beauteous fireful face,
In the heart's tumbler of water...
The sun was smiling with a cool face,
My turbulent nafs was quiet and calm,
I took ablution under the shower of light,
Did respectfully genufluction and prostration...
To my lord, the light of all heavens and the earth,
My eyes could not but modestly gaze,
Like a shy bride before her groom,
I imagined myself on the mount of light,
Totally engrossed in meditation.
Mykoul
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