The mystic is called
to transcend the familiar
and conventional patterns
of religious thought and action.
His religion is his longing
for God which cannot be
easily satiated.
He wants God.
His soul searches.
He lives in longing for God.
He dies in this longing.
That is the beauty of his life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Splendid poem my friend!