Till the end of my sojourn in this world...
... let me always stay occupied with your Zikr;
When I come to hear your fragrant speech...
...I believe you'll come out to see me,
Showering your sunshine on me;
My love, come! I'm waiting on your door...
...for one smile from you;
And I'll my heart upon the burning altar...
...of your love throw;
When you come to rule my heart...
...I will be freed from the obsession of...
...Salvation and damnation;
I will be freed from the botheration of,
Belief and disbelief.
When I go beyond myself, inshaallah...
...I will see finally the reality.
MyKoul
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