Your friend stands in prayer, declaring thus:
Though I cannot behold You with my eyes,
Yet You are ever present, close to me.
Though distance separates, You're never far,
Even when unseen by mortal sight.
Your presence fills all things with meaning,
Affirming there exists none but Yourself.
Within me lies the spirit You have breathed,
Granting me life and wondrous abilities.
Without You, I could not even exist,
For there's but one spirit within my being.
In silence and in speech, all because of You,
My hearing, sight, intellect, and knowledge,
All derive from Your boundless grace and love.
On my tongue, Your truth resounds, proclaiming:
'I am the Truth, ' an echo of Your voice.
Your constant remembrance fills my being,
And I deny all else exists beside You.
In every moment, Your power I see,
Revealing Your oneness and majestic glory.
Your light illuminates my mind and soul,
Revealing Your divine attributes to me.
Though I cannot gaze upon Your face,
No vision can encompass Your vastness.
You transcend all comprehension, yet
You've granted me a heart to perceive You.
For those who love You, thrones You raise on high,
Shielding them from the flames, in Your embrace.
You guide them to Your Garden, close to You,
Rescuing them from ruin, revealing
Your true abode, dispelling all delusion.
You ask, 'Am I not your Lord? ' They answer,
'You are the Almighty, the Truth itself.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem