The rising sun, I see it again, after long night;
Those chirping birds, that had gone to sleep...
...in their homes...
...I see them again singing their love notes.
Across the horizon where my eyes can't reach...
...must be their beloved to whom they're...
...singing...
...the myriad beautiful songs of love;
But who is within me hearing with pleasure...
...to the love songs of these birds.
The All-hearing who sits within me says, ...
...I am singing myself on the lips of birds, ...
...and am enjoying my own voice and my songs.
God conscious know the truth that...
...whatever is in the heavens and whatever is...
...on the earth, is manifestation of Allah;
God has created all these things...
...to manifest Himself, so creation is His proof;
Tell me, without creation, how could He be known?
MyKoul
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