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From his light (from The Poem of the Sufi Way)
From his light, the niche of my essence enlightened me; by means of me, my nights blazed morning bright.
I made me witness my being there for I was he; I witnessed him as me, the light, my splendor.
By me the valley was made holy, and I flung my robe of honor -- my "taking off of sandals" -- on those summoned there.
I embraced my lights and so was their guide; how wondrous a soul illuminating lights!
I set firm my many Sinais and there prayed to myself; I attained every goal, as my being spoke with me.
My full moon never waned; my sun, it never set, and all the blazing stars followed my lead.
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