The Rabb knows how He brings about
A change in every thing
How from the fount of Hā Mīm ‘Ayn
Sīn Qāf these verses spring
Now don’t you break the order in
What’s there to be preserved
But marvel at what thrives beyond
The sound of flapping wing
And know that all you know is never
Yours more than you are
So drink from all the goodness Hā
Mīm ‘Ayn Sīn Qāf may bring
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Rolling
I’ve heard there is
No going back
For time and rivers, you
Can wind about
To make your way
A bit like rivers do
To get to where no shadows fall
And superfluity is all
Where time is dead
And _and_ is bred
Until you’re never through
No going back
For time and rivers, you
Can wind about
To make your way
A bit like rivers do
To get to where no shadows fall
And superfluity is all
Where time is dead
And _and_ is bred
Until you’re never through
Habīb
Drown yourself in the sea of his beauty
Lose yourself in the woods of his praise
Save yourself by his warm intercession
Find yourself in the way of his ways
Lose yourself in the woods of his praise
Save yourself by his warm intercession
Find yourself in the way of his ways