My lord, I am a drop of the ocean,
And you are theocean in me,
When I see my beauty in the mirror, I see your face,
who has seen your face in some other mirror,
except in his own?
He who sees you in his own mirror,
He gives a cry like a scientist when he finds the result,
An ecstatic shout!'I have seen the Divine, '
Everywhere your lovers eagerly wait,
For a glimpse of your face,
Beloved, like Moses I would pray:
My lord: show me -Yourself -
That I may look at You,
Remove Your veil, reveal Your face!
This is the supplication of one who desires,
To dive into the ocean of Unity,
And enjoy the beauty of his beloved openly
Mykoul
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