To all directions I turned my face;
In every mirror, I saw my beloved's face;
Uncountable are the rays reaching to the point;
But, the ray standing perpendicular to the base is...
...the shortest ray;
O traveller, follow the shortest and the straight way!
Though, in truth, all the paths lead to my friend!
To all the prayer houses I did go to see...
...how his devotees to Him do pray;
Every devotee true, I saw chanting his name;
And to the same God in his special tone he was hymning;
But, I choose to sit in the arch of my own brows...
...to find the doorway to my friend's home;
I do see the lustrous beauty of my friend...
... In my mirror, and in the mirrors of his marvelous creation,
In the manifest and the hidden, the same God is there!
So in no confusion I caress every object created by Him! ! !
MyKoul
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