You are the focal idea,
In all my poems.
Mirror speaks.
Me is speaking to Me.
In my image,
You appear to see,
Your power of life,
Through Me,
And out of Me.
Dwelling in a body of clay,
I praise you, my true essence.
How can I praise you,
As you deserve to be?
My movements of tongue,
In no way are mine.
It is you who makes
my tongue move.
Are not all my actions,
Resulting from you?
Indeed, Allah has power,
Over all things.
A mystery hidden!
I worship the Mystery Hidden,
For your immaculate unity.
MyKoul
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