Peace, one and all...
'Ore in the mine of desire,
Awaiting the nar of God’s Mercy,
The nur of His Majesty,
To set me free.
Like ore, part iron, part rubble,
Hoping to become
A sword purified by the fire of Allah,
By my need for Him.
‘I am burning’ sighs the Mevlana,
Ya Rabbi! Let me set Your flame amidst my own unworthy rubbish!
O Soul inclined to evil! Remember
‘And God carries the Water’!'