The speciality of the hearts of the faqirs is the music -
Celestial -beyond it are the vales of mystery,
That keeps them bound to the world of the Secret -
But this, too, is like an icy mountain -
A wall between them and the secret,
They melt it with their blazing love,
For their heart is covered by the violent flames of love,
Having melted the wall, the cool breeze receives them,
Blowing from the Throne of Lord -
That they had longed to be near,
The king of the dominions is generous with them,
He allows them a position most near to the throne,
Pleased with their earnest love,
He graces them with divinely light - in the heart's eye,
Thus, their eyes see what is hidden from the strangers,
Nothing stands in between them and the secret,
They wanted nothing other than cognition of the secret:
"We are nearer to him than his jagular vein"
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem