In the Name of Allah, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful
One day, one light—
Eid, Nawruz, and me—
one secret.
O Turner of hearts—turn me to You.
O Giver of sight—veil me in You.
O Keeper of time—gather me into Your Now.
From state to state—
carry me
to the most beautiful of all states.
Grant me the realization of Truth—
erase distance and nearness,
and merge the self into the All-Self.
As the crescent is born,
as the earth renews—
renew me.
Until nothing remains
but
You.
You and I were
only two pronouns
of the same One Reality.
—MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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