Those on the way of love walk under cover,
So that the hosts of Satan do not hijack them;
A person of divine vision but
recognises the travelers on the road of love,
By their marks on their foreheads and,
Halo around their faces;
And by the words of truth and the divine knowledge,
That sprout from their mouth;
And then start following them on the road of love;
Be like such pure travelers as never leave,
Travelling to their Friend, never getting tired.
MyKoul
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