M. Fethullah Gulen
Open your door as a compliment, make your slave happy,
Serve my spirit chants from the tongues of beyond.
Do so and quench the storms that besiege my heart,
Just like You lend your hand to the hopeless.
You are that compassionate one; to me
Allow a gift and join my way to your land.
In every obscurity, a brightening sign from your presence
Send to my heart; cover my poverty with your gift.
I am spiraling down from one exile to another,
Let the day shine, end the time of darkness,
You are the owner of this grieving heart of mine,
Appear to me, please, like You do to everyone.
As I wait in excitement for a new reunion,
Let the joys of your compassion descend to my heart.
Have my spirit take wings with the flood of your love,
Soothe my afflictions of separation.
Let me feel the moment of your appearance
My perspectives all colored with eternity
I shall see the time when ardor converts to reunion
It matters not if I am engulfed in flames
Let me burn, for that state is my water of life.
Matter dissolved in the bosom of metaphysical
Spirit lies in my heart to ambush your appearance.
Mesmerized sentiments on the horizon of vision.
As nothing can be heard but Him
What reaches ears is the composition of emotions,
Clocks know not tick-tock, nor days rise and fall.
Time and space are the mysterious geometry of the unknown.
Translated from Turkish by Sermed Ogretim