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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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