O all beauty and all radiance!
Grant me a scintilla of spiritual bliss;
Grant me eyes full of light;
Grant me ears full of music;
To comfort this ruptured heart of mine,
I seek your momentoes to adorn it;
To belight this pitch-black mansion...
...To quell this rapture and its yearning, ..
...Grant me your golden vision...
...your gracious presence...
...Indulge me with your immense love...
...Grant me your gracious wisdom...
...and grant me knowledge of all secrets;
To revive and freshen my withered garden,
I seek showers of your rain of spring;
I don't ask you to grant me heaven;
I don't ask you to protect me from hell fire;
Let the resonating divine voice and blissful light...
...be your invaluable bounties to me;
Grant me the passion of a dervish,
Who takes pride in sitting at the king's door,
To tug the Bell-pull in order to be heard,
Upto the end of his life time!
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem