Enlightenment of Love

I, is yourself
Love, this is your love
Soul, this is your soul
Miss, this is your miss
Blood, this is your blood.

With your hand I touch
With your foot I walk
With your eye I look
With your ear I listen to
With your tongue I talk
With your heart I feel.

Not anything else
Apart from yourself
Which always me worship
Me mention your name
In every my exhalation
Me mention your name.

~Syekh Lemah Abang~