بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Hour of darkness

The anticipated hour of darkness has surfaced
Conveying with it, the calmness and tranquillity of nothing
From the shadows of the night, the sorrowful emerge deep from their slumber
Materialising the moment they have in solitude, nothing to fathom them from this delusion
Weeping silently their foreheads touch the ground softly, as the tears drop selflessly; the thirsty earth selfishly awaits for more.
Their hands pressed against the earth wanting her to swallow them up and unleash their souls.
For the stillness of the night brings out the lovers of God; while the rest lie intoxicated with idealistic thoughts.

O Beloved! Take this treacherous soul and purify it with your unconditional love;
I have sought it from every mountain; spoken to every mystic; tasted every wine; wondered far and wide;
But none can bring me to You apart from You
Be generous to this wretched servant;
These verses composed from yearning for You
For if it weren’t for you, the pen wouldn’t write and the heart wouldn’t beat; my mind would cease to exist.
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