In the dance of dervishes, they whirl and sway,
Embracing the divine, losing themselves in the fray.
'الله ولا إله إلا الله, ' they chant and say,
Affirming the One, in night and in day.
Sufi hearts beat in rhythm so true,
With every spin, the world feels new.
For in their dance, a secret lies,
Of love, of surrender, of cosmic ties.
The universe echoes with this profound creed,
'Allah and there is no god, ' indeed.
A journey inward, a quest so deep,
Where mysteries of the soul silently seep.
In the dance of faith, they gracefully twirl,
Connected to the cosmos, in a perpetual whirl.
For in each movement, in every spin,
They find the divine, both without and within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem