I see a great fire that has enveloped me,
I see the doors of every sanctuary on fire,
Beyond the fire, I see the sanctuary of peace,
None could enter it but he who is sincere,
I enter the sanctuary through the fire,
I come near to the chair of justice,
I stand in the court for my reckoning,
My acts are classified into groups two:
What are for the love of God, and
What are for the love of self,
I see only the acts, sincere and for him are,
Accepted for awarding the final reward,
I see it is in the award written:
" He has passed the reckoning, he can live in our sanctuary."
Mykoul
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