thousands of men I would slay,
Just to hold your Holy countenance in these eyes for one second,
would make all sins open and secrets go away.
Just as evident as the moon cries out your name,
I to, will do the same.
O superior of all people and the most good of all
for the love of you they call men insane.
The sweet smell of musk fills the room of everlasting devotion,
with hope in Him and your everlasting seal in Union's ocean.
You are the rotation seven times round the mirror.
Sparks of light fly but the sixth didn't pass me by.
O Allah help me hold to this light,
for it is the mirror of the mirror that is the mirror of You.
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