Call Him Allah, the nameless- True,
Or Ar-Rahman, the Mercy's Dew.
Whisper Ar-Rahim in silent prayer,
Or Al-Haqq—the Truth beyond compare.
The tongues may shift, the words may change,
Yet still, His presence stays the same.
Beyond all names, beyond all sound,
In every heart, He may be found.
Some call Him Light, some call Him Love,
Some seek His signs in sky above.
He answers all, the near, the far—
No name can bound the Morning Star.
O Seeker, know—by any name,
The One you call is One the same.
Not letters carved nor voices raised,
But truth alone invokes His gaze
MyKoul
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