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17th century poem by Niyazi Mısri of the Halvetiye tariqa sung at a dhikr.

 
 
Here is a translation:

My soul has become a nightingale
The thorn bloomed and became a rose
Everything became eyes and ears
And everything became anew


I became Ferhat today
I cut a hole through my prison of flesh
To reach my beloved Shirin.
Each direction became a path

Forget both day and night
And throw away everything between
Oh Niazi don’t stay apart
You are asked to come.

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