It is a death for me my dear friend
For its only then will I live my brand.
Devotion is when you offer surrender
The Sultan accepts your every blunder.
Rejects all you proffer as grand tributes
His qualities now become your attributes.
Identical we become, it's no Me and You
After subtraction abstraction is only You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem