A Dervish Lives With Nothing But Need Poem by Mohammad Younus

A dervish lives with nothing but need—
untethered to wealth, ambition, or greed.
He craves no more than life's simplest thread,
untroubled by what others have or dread.

He wears a single garment of the soul,
unraveled by longing, yet perfectly whole.
A dervish suffers but utters no cry,
altruist, selfless, letting himself die—
to lift another's burden high.

When life slips away, like a wriggling fish,
he mourns not its loss, nor clings to wish.
He walks beside those bowed by pain,
a silent companion in loss or gain.

A dervish chases no fleeting shade,
but sharpens the light that cannot fade.
Through love and compassion, his soul ascends,
glimpsing eternity where all journeys end.

He sings to the stars, the trees, the unseen,
his voice a flame in the world's cold sheen.
To the quiet divine, he lifts his tune,
harmonizing with the sun and moon.

And when he dies, his song flows still,
a breath that ripples through time until—
it weaves itself into the infinite whole,
the eternal music of a dervish's soul.

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