In the realm where love and intellect intertwine,
A tale unfolds of intellect divine.
A friend to me, this wisdom pure and bright,
Yet my nafs, in its darkness, resists the light.
With a sack it carries, craving endless more,
Worldly desires, an insatiable chore.
But we're urged to heed the voice divine,
For in its words, truth's blossoms shine.
Be not a wanderer, lost in aimless plight,
Seek the path that leads to eternal light.
Let not your gaze wander astray,
To the house of the Lord, let it find its way.
Oh worthy one, gather pearls unseen,
From the depths of wisdom's serene.
For these treasures are not of worldly kind,
But jewels of the soul, to the seeker's mind.
Like honey from Paradise's blissful stream,
The divine intellect, a radiant beam.
With knowledge and wisdom, its streams doth flow,
Yet in my heart, sorrows still do grow.
So bow your head to this master true,
For with devil-nafs, you'll never breakthrough.
MyKoul, with secrets guarded tight,
Under One Reality's divine light
MyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem