In London's rhythm, a Sufi strides,
Dhikr's beat, where peace abides.
'See the Divine, ' his heart confides,
In city streets, his spirit glides.
Whispered prayers at dawn's first light,
In the urban rush, a guiding sight.
Each smile, a gift, pure and bright,
In every soul, a divine flight.
Beneath the oak, in sacred trance,
'Allah Hu, ' more than a chant.
A dance of peace amidst life's dance,
A Sufi's heart, in divine romance.
Not miles traversed, but inward span,
A journey deep, where true love began.
In London's arms, his faith's expanse,
Each step, each breath, a divine chance.
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I would like to translate this poem
Great spiritual journey, Ms Jetley. " Not miles traversed, but inward span"…. True, very true