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THE WING OF MY SOUL

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If I ever take a step on this path

Without You I am helpless:
That power in my body
Which moves me here is You,

My heart, my life, my mind and all
That I know find peace in You,

The wing of my soul fills with joy

As it flies up to the Friend.

A lover who loses himself
Is made a falcon by his Beloved,
A hunter launched high

In pursuit of wild birds and game.

God in His might gives the strength
Of a thousand Hamzas to the lover
Who disrobes mountains
As he travels to the Friend,

Who digs into the heart of mountains,
Like Ferhad with a hundred thousand axes,

Shattering rocks to release

The spring of eternal life.

A fountain rising from the spring

Of eternal life is the lover's union

With the Beloved who speaks of

love, Burning those who thirst.

If you yearn for God's paradise,
I will never call you lover because

Paradise is still only a trap

To catch the souls of fools.

A lover who surrenders to the path
Of truth is already poor,

e accepts what you say,

Not allowed to break hearts.

We know those who came here have gone,
We see those who settled here have left,
But souls who drink from
The wine of love never die,

The soul of Yunus is not trapped
In the illusions of hell as he
Sets out on the path to the Friend,

Merging with His essence.

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