Whirling Dervish | Cairo, Egypt

At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;

Then it landed on earth to look at me. 

Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;

That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky. 

I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;

For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul. 

The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;

The ship of my existence drowned in that sea. 


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