Friends, my ecstasy is in my love,
My Beloved is always with me,
Except love nothing I possess,
That I could pay for His love,
Lo, this love is not a commodity,
That is bought and sold in the market,
This love that turns my desert into meadow,
It comes from heavens above,
If I might die in his love to please my friend,
I would prefer such death to eternal life,
I would abandon all that is other than me
And my nothingness I would show to all,
As the conclusive proof that I love only him- -
He is the name and the sole goal of my love
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem