O Makkah of the Holy Places... I know not
Am I in the presence of God or in this world?
I came to the sanctuary, tears like rivers on
My cheeks... And dreams surpass my hopes.
No sooner had I prostrated
Upon the land of the Chosen One
Till life itself boasted and joy flowed.
God is Greatest...
I said it with anticipation,
For one day I will meet our Lord.
The white-clad pilgrims
Circumambulated the Kaaba,
Adorned, which only flourishes with us.
We came to it, every heart a dwelling place.
Come, dwell, O Qibla, in our hearts.
Who said I would distance myself from you,
O House of Guidance?
No, I will not distance myself...
I remain here.
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