In stillness, the hidden truth is heard,
Guiding the ardent soul toward His Word.
In silence, we're met by His gentle Salām—
Peace from the Merciful, soft as a calm.
The heart awakens when it yields with ease,
Aligned with Fitrah, where all striving cease.
In quietude, illusions drift away,
And light unveils the pure, unclouded Way.
We cast delusion, though the path is steep,
And trust the signs the Unseen swore to keep.
We cleanse the soot that veils the inward sight—
Remembering: we're born of Truth and Light.
In hush, Divine Intelligence descends,
A sacred whisper where the soul ascends.
Verse by verse, ‘Ilm al-Ladunnī flows—
A hidden stream from which true wisdom grows.
So—be still. Let silence be your guide.
Let veils be lifted, ego set aside.
There is a moment, deep within the night,
When Cosmos rests, and balance stands upright—
Meezān, the axis where all things align…
And in that stillness, Truth reveals its sign.
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