Fall Of Adam
I was thrown down in the wasteland...
...for a sin which I remember not;
It was His will to send me down;
He wrote with His pen;
His pen does not stop;
Writes new and newer things;
Moves on and on as He wills;
None can hold His hand;
Who can force him erase...
...a letter, a word, or a line?
No weeping, No wailing...
...can lure him to alter his will;
How can we complain to him?
He commands and we serve;
He is the reality of my being;
His password is Analhaq;
He who knows his self...
...drinks from the spring of al-kauthar;
Will know who is he and who his lord;
He will aspire not for union;
And Will not complain of separation.
Mykoul
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