God knows the best;
I know only what He lets me know;
What keeps me astonishing is that...
...whatever my real eyes reach...
(a flower, a thorn, a speck of grass,
or a stem of chinar tree)
It turns into a lute...
...and gives out melodious tunes;
I do some contemplation, and find it says:
La ilaha illa hu!
Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!
There exists none but the one real!
I say one must constantly hear...
...this holy kalima of the Real;
Then, inshallah, he may find...
...what wonderful things happen.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great wonderful religious poem. Kudos! Plz also read and comment my newest prose titled, 'five godly gifts in gold'