In Allah's garden...
You aren't here to pluck roses;
You are here to smell the perfume;
You are here to watch the bees and butterflies...
Who kiss and get kisses from the rose;
I'm drunk with longing to know the divine mysteries;
O, how I long for knowing my own mystery!
The hidden mystery! the mother of all mysteries! ...
About which it is said by the mystics of old:
'The hidden mystery lies in low and high tunes!
If I expound this mystery, the world shall get disturbed! '
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem