To offer the Salah of Love,
I first did ablution and gusal of my soul,
Washed and rinsed my soul of all filth and impurity,
I drained a hundred jugs of water of Love on my soul,
A splendid night it was...
In the clear moonlight I loved to sit with my Love,
And so abhored to lay in the bed,
I emptied my soul of ignorance and illusion,
And laid myself on the mattress of emptiness...
The love for pillow, and the word of Allah for coverlet,
Soon I slipped into mystical sleep,
I got immersed in the music of Love,
My whole dreamworld reverberated with divine word...
...Hu, Hu, Hu.
Mykoul
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