The Faqirs' Hearts
The faqirs' hearts with eyes are blest,
They see what other seers could see not,
The faqirs' hearts with ears are blest,
They hear what other hearers hear not,
The faqirs' hearts are blest with tongues,
They speak the secrets what other speakers can speak not,
Beyond the great scholars' ken,
They know the sciences of hidden secret,
They have got the wings with which they fly,
To His dominion, the Lord of the Worlds.
We have inherited the mystic knowledge,
Rare and scarce than all the ancient lore,
Their discourses speak for them as signs
And testify all gnostics' and seers' claims
Mykoul
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