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MY SULTAN

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Sultan, my Sultan, at every moment
Doing different things,

This world Your garden plot,

You keep Planting sorrow in those You love.

Never do anything wrong, the moment
Of death is closer to you
Than you are to yourself,

Death burrows in the roots and origins Of us all, we are the soil of death.

While you are still here, do endless good
Before it is time to go there,

Souls do not stay forever in bodies,

They just journey here a few days.

The questioning angel comes
Tearing up the earth as he asks,
“Who is your God?”
Since my soul heard of this, My bones have not stopped aching.

Those who know God's unity, those

Who surrender the self to truth

Are not dead, their souls all still

Swim in the lake of love.

I have seen the friends of God fly away
As they drank the brimming cup of love,
Never mind that the truth
Lets them do whatever they want, Their heads are still bowed.

If you are a true servant to the friends of God,
You die within Him as
So many friends who have come and gone,

Yunus, now it is time to be His friend.

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