True belief! True belief!
The ancient covenant, forever retold—
As bright as dawn's pure light,
As deep as night's vast hold.
Be true to your essence divine,
Unveil the secret that you hold.
Strive with unwavering heart,
Awake the soul from slumber deep.
No height too far to scale,
No mystery beyond your reach;
When the soul's inner whispers stir,
The veils of doubt and darkness breach.
Very soon, you shall stand,
In awe beneath Heaven's gaze—
Before your Lord, who calls:
"Am I not your Lord of Days? "
A call resounding through the soul,
A cry that stirs what once was sealed—
The Day of Alast, eternal bond,
When hidden truths are revealed.
"Am I not your Lord? " He asks—
Echoing through time's expanse.
"Yes, my Lord! Yes, my Lord! "
We constantly reply, in sacred breath.
A vow imprinted on our core,
Echoing in each breath we take—
A timeless pledge, a love reborn,
A bond no darkness can forsake.
So hold true to this sacred vow—
Renew your pledge with fervent grace.
Strive on, for every quest you make,
Brings you closer to the Divine embrace.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem