My Lord! that hour you changed taqdeer of mine...
...when you chose my mudhouse to be House Divine;
Before the assembly of all the angels...
...you blessed me with grace divine;
You enwrapped me with your light and voice divine...
...and made my heart spotless of all sin and undivine;
You endowed me with wisdom and knowledge divine;
Lord of all the worlds! Most merciful and most kind!
With your abounding light, did my heart's eyes shine;
Then said my heart: Here will I take my Love's wine!
This city breathes your love in every part mine!
But, I fell from your grace to a distant bourne,
Alas! I knew it not, Alas! I defied my Master!
The influence of cold malignant nafs beguiled me;
I lost my Lord and so am wandering in wilderness;
Lone and afar my lord! ;
I repented and journeyed back to you;
Not only did you accept my repentance...
...but also agreed to reveal your inmost secret to me;
Lord! Please draw back the curtain from your Heaven!
Lord! Please lift off the veils from your radiant face!
Lord! allow me in your garden an eternal dwelling-place!
A humble dervish walking on the dusty way to find solace!
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem