O friend O friend, who do I tell,
How much joy I get when I realise,
That I am not separate from the whole,
My love's fire kindles light in me,
If I poke in to see what is going on,
I find it is the sacred song resonating inside me,
I am driven mad with the joy of realising,
That all is He, inside and outside me,
My heart and thoughts are filled with this Irfan,
Bread of ecstasy, sauce of love...
...make a good breakfast for me,
I wandered here and there to look for Leila,
But Leila is very much with me,
So says Mykoul, the poor faqeer,
Realising oneness is the true ecstasy
Mykoul
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