Let me lose myself to the heart.
To the Master of my heart,
I pledge all of me.
In light as in darkness,
He’s the doorway to my soul,
That quiet, compelling voice pulling me indoors…
He’s real as the sky, and transient as the clouds that drift in it.
He’s the bliss I experience through the tiny windows in time.
He’s the earth beneath my feet, my body, my breath,
He’s everything I want Him to be,
He is, when I am, pure as the flame that lights up the lamp.
To the Master of my heart,
I pledge all of me.
In light as in darkness,
He’s the doorway to my soul,
That quiet, compelling voice pulling me indoors…
He’s real as the sky, and transient as the clouds that drift in it.
He’s the bliss I experience through the tiny windows in time.
He’s the earth beneath my feet, my body, my breath,
He’s everything I want Him to be,
He is, when I am, pure as the flame that lights up the lamp.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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