Don't surrender so quickly to temptations of your evil nafs,
Lest it cuts you off irrevocably from your lord;
Let you control your nafs as per the injections of Islam...
...and make it subservient to your command;
Such that the divine inside, you
can clearly view;
When my heart's eyes pierce the barzakh by God's will...
...the gentle melodious voice makes my eyes so cool;
The resonating voice that my eyes hear from heaven...
...makes it absolutely clear that the Sultan-al-dhikr is Hu, Hu, Hu...
Don't let sleep or slumber overtake you!
The Sultan is awake within you.
MyKoul
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