The world of colours is nothing!
The black-eyed gazelles are nothing!
I must renounce this transient world;
I must not cast a glance
Upon the lusty damsels;
The real world is beyond my eyes;
Even beyond the Lote-Tree!
Where the chosen lover travelled to;
The language of that world is,
Beyond words and sounds
No more sounds of conches and bells!
There is nothing to say or to hear;
There is nothing to seek and search;
No I and He! No I and You!
My lord wonderfully reveals there;
I disappears there in absolute annihilation
And God proclaims in affirmation:
Nothing exists except Me!
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mash'Allah, may allah let us go beyond the lote tree 🤲