The night falls, everything falls silent,
The light of the glowing sun goes off,
My heart has become like an orchestra,
Reverberating with natural music,
My soul - like a gazelle - hearing such music,
Exuberantly dances in this pasture
For being greeted by his lord:
"O lover, You are in my Kaaba, I am to be found here,
It is not a temple for idols, here are the preserved tablets,
Come read them all, containing the hidden knowledge,
But you cannot enter my Kaaba,
Unless you come to believe in the religion of love,
Here you will know the truth: I am in all directions
Whatever direction you take, you will find me there,
Here you will hear the sound of a voice,
That is wordless and still"
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem