I was seeking a cure for my trouble

by Niyazi Misri

English version by Walter Feldman
Original Language Turkish

I was seeking a cure for my trouble;
My trouble became my cure.
I was seeking a proof of my origin;
My origin became my proof.

I was looking to the right and the left
So that I could see the face of the Beloved.
I was searching outside,
But the Soul was within that very soul.

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