I Am The Servant Of The Qur'an

Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vow One Thousand Times, Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

When The Ocean Surges, Don't Let Me Just Hear It. Let It Splash Inside My Chest!

If The House Of The World Is Dark, Love Will Find A Way To Create Windows.

Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being Poured. Don't Mind That You've Been Given A Dirty Cup.