Whether your visiting thoughts are graceful or ungraceful,
Purify yourself of all the thoughts;
Polish your mirror, so that you see in it your face;
In the niche of your heart, you will see a splendid light,
Coming from the regions of mystery from heaven;
In the chamber of your heart you will hear a divinely sound, going on and on;
As it did for the saints and sages of past;
Then, with your heart enligtened with that splended light,
The secret of the Beloved will no longer remain hidden.
Mykoul
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