For My Troubles I was Looking for a Remedy
For my troubles I was looking for a remedy
Indeed my troubles are remedy to me
For my own I was asking for evidence
Indeed my own was evidence to me
I was watching around to find the fellow of God
While I was searching at country he was one from everyone
I was thinking I am seperate, I was other than fellow
But actually, he was seeing from my eyes and hearing from my ear
Do not think you are done by pilgrimage, fast and prayer
In order to be a saint a human need to have lore
Hear words of Niyazi, an object does not cover Lord's face
There is not an object clearer than God which is hidden from eyeless
Written by Niyazi Misri
Translation Onur Ünlü
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