In pre eternity, before Man was born,
There was nothing,
Nothing was bound by time or space,
Save Allah, a treasure hidden!
Then, he desired to be known,
So he polished creation's mirror,
Caressed every atom with his light,
His glory still remained unwitnessed,
Until he created the lover,
And Installed his own light in him,
When the divine eye opens,
Only then is he known,
He is himself in fact,
The witness and the witnessed
Mykoul
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