بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Shackles, cages, darkness, dust, in a dungeon so deep;
a wailing cry emerges out of the pit of never ending secrets,
compound to an entity of time,
suffocated by space,
imprisoned by culture,
but bound to hope.
How extensive shall these wailings go unspoken
How hopeless are the sighs of man
How reckless are the actions of heads
Greed their master, enslaved by wealth.
Engrossed in the world of false happiness,
The imprisoned souls shall forever be impatient;
for the call of their Beloved to free them from the weighty shackles of being;
at the end of time, their faces illumined by the light of Allah,
tears of happiness and joy, for the reunion with their Beloved seems ever approaching reality.
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