Read in the name of your lord,
Who created you from his spirit-
Taught you through His pen,
The verses of wisdom,
He holds the pen in his hand,
Dips that in his own inkpot-
The universal intelligence,
Writes on the parchment ofheart,
No one can stop His pen-
from writing his taqdeer
No supplication! No intercession!
None can intercede with him-
to cancell even a word
All is predisposed by Him-
In the book of knowledge,
fused with human heart,
Whose verses tell man-
To do the God's will,
This is the secret of Kun,
Man is God's active agent,
He is like a pen in divine hands
Mykoul
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