By Novid Shaid, 2005

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The limpid drops of purity

Seep through their hearts instilling certainty.

They rain down on the turbidity,

Which veils their hearts with all things sensory,

And soften the solidity,

And wash away the multiplicity.

The drops increase and permeate

A vision forms in the transparency,

It’s like the rising of the Sun

The lights glisten and dance in harmony.

The dust has cleared; the sight is free

The lights engulf them, veiling their identities,

The clearing shows Infinity

The Endless Light revealing endlessly

There’s nothing in reality

Except the One and Only entity

And all besides is illusory

A picture formed with perfect artistry

Appearing real, diverse, 3D

Behind these sights resounds the order, Be.

All that there is, was and will be,

Are suspended in the timeless grip, hanging helplessly.

And nothing lives independently

Although some find this an absurdity.

If they considered truthfully,

And shed themselves of their complacency

Then wrapped their selves in poverty

And soaked their intellects in humility,

The rain would fall, most certainly

Drenching their hearts and revealing His Divine Unity.

If people find some clarity

In these words and some lucidity

Then praise the One, it’s His decree

The mercy of His sheer sublimity.

But if there are extremities,

Or glaring faults and poor inaccuracies

Ignore them with a conscience free,

They come from him who composed this poetry.

And peace the number of the trees

And blessings on the Prophet of purity,

And on his house and progeny

His friends, helpers and blessed community.