When I joined the Takyah

The Mullah looked at me and asked, are you running away from the Americans, I answered: I am running away from his love, he said then you shall be accepted into our circle of lovers my son, shake hands with your brothers.
“But I can’t touch any man anymore for I am the sinful one”…. I searched their faces, do they know the secret, and have they seen the only truth.
Now brother tell us your poem, show us your sophism.
I spoke: in the night, when all mankind are sleeping, I was the worshiper, I was drunk with the wine of the divine, rivers poured into my mouth from his heaven, I saw it all, the heaven and hell…he was the most passionate…and I was the slave of his beauty, I couldn’t sleep for nights watching him, he never loved me, I couldn’t know why, I was sinful, I was one and he was the only one.
The sun rises on his face, his breaths are the winds for my boats, boat after boat sinking in the sea of his eye, I kept running away from him to him, he was every where, I was surrounded by his love, my country tried to hide me, a thousand virgin and virgin died and ashes of the explosions made clouds, but nothing could hide me from him, he was always there.
We have to go to sleep, The Mullah said.They all said their prayers; for the American master has said that all of us should sleep before the curfew.