This is kharabat a temple of total ruin.

[Guest guest]

This is no Kaaba

For idiots to circle

Nor a mosque

For the impolite to clamour in

 

This is kharabat a temple of total ruin.

Inside are the drunk, from pre-eternity to the Judgement day

gone from themselves

 

I though of You so often

that I completely became You

Little by little You drew near

and slowly but slowly I passed away.

 

Footprints but come to the ocean's shore therein, no trace remains

 

Don't speak to us of visions and miracles for we long ago transcended such

things

We saw them all to be illusions and dream and dauntlessly we passed beyond

them.

 

Are you willing to be sponged out,

Erased,cancelled, made nothing?

Are you willing to be made nothing, dipped into oblivion

If not, you will never change.

 

The phoenix renews her youth, only when she is burnt, burnt alive

Burnt down to hot and flocculent ash.