M. Fethullah Gulen
On the slopes of emerald hills
 Voices and whispers stir our happiness
 Heavenly fountains cascade in all corners
 At the eternal reunion gates
 Every moment, each soul is wrapped in delights
Roses, daisies, dandelions, lilies, all in mesmerizing colors
 Dew sparkling on violets, jasmines, and leaves,
 Bleary-eyed hyacinths and tulips
 Moths flying between light and colors 
 Appearing on every horizon is the brightest of beauties.
When my heart is filled with the best dreams,
 My faith is my honest guide
 My prism to see and love everything
 Making me feel all the mystery
 In every step of the colorful world
As the spirit coils up into the ether 
 Traces of meanings emerge in my imagination
 Silent whispers flow into my heart
 In an incomprehensible language, without letters and words
 As if the gates to the heavens creak open nearby
At that point humans listen to existence
 Hearing the tunes of the Infinite One in their hearts
 On the prairies, valleys, and shores every spring
 They look for the lost Heavens 
 Feelings of hope and longing are side by side
They embrace everything on their path
 The grass, trees, rocks, earth, all of existence
 For them, the light and darkness are the same
 They welcome sickness and health with contentment
 They are slaves, living like kings
 
