Let you go to your lord, my soul,
Let you get intimate with your lord,
Let you go to him before this life is over,
Before my body is reduced to dust,
Before Satan lures me away from him,
Come on, let you go, without second thinking,
Let you not be infatuated with tempting world,
Let you leave the glamour of this transient world,
Let you not be cheated by its sudden dying,
Let you give up all the playthings of the nafs -
Before Azrael grabs me by my collar,
Let you fly to the eternal garden of your lord,
Let you take the eternal sound on this journey as your guide,
Without thinking where you begin and where you end,
Let you strive to arrive at the divine truth,
In order to get a good news from there -
About your essential truth,
Mykoul
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