And the Real spoke to me when I saw His name,
Written on the wallpaper of my heart,
With the ink of His Divine light;
Illuminating my intellect with His knowledge,
And divine wisdom:
And the Real said to me:
'Behold, I am the name of the poem,
That you read in the book of your heart!
Behold, I am the beauty that you see,
With your heart's eyes!
Behold, I am the the secret word,
That you hear, in your heart!
When your eyes and ears see and hear,
My name and my signs,
I reveal to you the tremendous difference,
Between you and me;
But, at the same time I astonish you,
When secretly I whisper to you:
You are from me,
I have of my spirit blown into you.
And there raged a war in my heart,
Between the evil and the good:
And by the grace of the Real,
The light over the darkness was victorious.
And the Light from the Real illuminated,
All days of my life.
And so my nafs was contented,
Finding the light within me;
As such I offer all praises to the Real,
In my heart without taking a pause.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem