You are not up in the heavens,
Nor in the Lowest of low regions,
You are neither in royal robes
Nor in patched frocks of a faqir
You are not in a clay house
Nor in the grand palace of a king
You are neither a free nor a caged bird
Don't get lost in searching for yourself
You are truly in yourself
As divine light concealed in your self
You are so large that you contain
The fathomless ocean of yourself
You need a guide to yourself
You are the truthful guide to yourself
Keep believing you're the trueself
Every time reflect on yourself
Stay true to your inner being,
Your soul
That is perfect and complete
God created it so
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem