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The Truth in Daydreams

by Fethullah Gülen on . Posted in Broken Plectrum

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I sat down with my imagination in those old gardens,
Places where we lived joyfully at one time.
I opened out to the sweetest dreams veil by veil,
I became exuberant with happiness on the celebrated hills...
I sat down with my imagination in those old gardens...

Suddenly the gloomy clouds disappeared from the horizon,
Spring descended from the sky with the pleasure of a thousand memories.
It was colorful and deep like the slopes of Paradise;
The mountains lit up by the dawn each stretched,
Suddenly the gloomy clouds disappeared from the horizon...

A little further ahead a road was gleaming like silver,
There was light on the road from the sweet dream of the past...
It was presenting dreams and messages from its essence;
This overflowing was just at the time of extension in the breast,
A little further ahead a road was gleaming like silver.

I released myself to a realm that had no frontier,
Everything material disappeared from my imagination...
Now there were summer dreams in my feverish eyes,
It was a fantasy I had made since my childhood...
I released myself to a realm that had no frontier...