Yestarday, i want to find Him
Into the Church, into the Churchyards
I climbed upon the Steeples to see Him
Into the Mosques into the Temples
I roamed in the Qaba to meet Him
But i found Him no where, at all
I prayed and pondered about Him
I know, i am a mud made man
Clay is in my ingredients, how can i meet Him
He is 'Ahad', 'Samad', 'Razzaq' and 'Fattah'
But my 'spirit' and 'fondness' made me to see Him
He lives no where but in our hearts
Serve other, you will abruptly meet Him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem