A Crown Of Thorns Of My Former Life Poem by Mohammad Younus

A crown of thorns of my former life,
I am wearing on my head!
But that's where wisdom lies!
I'm on a job I accepted in eternity,
I am on it willingly,
That gives job satisfaction to me;
It pleases my lord,
That happily I am trying,
To keep my covenant;
That's all He wants from me,
His obedient servant;
That is too great for me,
That I am growing up to be,
What He wanted me to be;
Yet masks on his face do hide his reality
still from me;
I love this divine tradition of remaining hidden,
In His own masks of manifestation,
Like I was when in my mother's womb;
He is manifest in everything everywhere,
But still no where seen without masks;
All time all at once, behind every mask,
He choses to wear;
The masks, that He wears, all are His Own;
The masks of the truth!
That are transparent to the seer,
Lovers peep through them,
To have a glimpse of His beauty;
These masks make Him,
Loved and adored by His lovers,
Just as a woman beautiful and attractive,
Always remains covered by her Hijab;
O the Reality!
Show me perfectly your reality,
And show me that you are the reality,
In my head and heart;
Choose for me a mask lovely,
And adorn your roses in my crown of thorns!
I am happy with what you chose for me;
Who else is there to make choices for me?
Nothing gives me joy more than the mask,
That you want me to put on to hide my reality.

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