A poem from Hafiz (Shamsuddin Muhammad) – Beautiful

This is the kind of friend

you are

Without making me realize

My souls anguished history

You slip into my house at night

And while i am sleeping

You silently carry off

All my suffering and sordid past

in Your Beautiful

Hands

 

Published by dydy

a student at High School of Islamic Philosophy - SADRA a member of SPS, a pres institute a member of LAFAS, a research institute of Philosophy and Mysticism

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