From All Corners Of The World Poem by Mohammad Younus

From all corners of the world,
Piligrims come to circumbulate,
The kàbah: the house of God -
Standing in the middle of the earth,
Right below the Bait al màmūr,
That the angels go round all the time,
They imagine the holy rounds,
Would purge them of all sins,

There is yet another holiest mosque,
Standing in the vast space of myself,
I hear here God calling out to me,
Here I am! Here I am! Here I am!
That is the call I have been waiting for,

Like the lightening and sound of thunder,
It causes fine cracks in the majestic structures,
That I have built over my lifetime,
And then the cracks quickly expand,
Suddenly, the whole edifice crumbles down,
Now, an empty space around - filled with single life,
I am happy I live in this ruined space,
Every faqir lives in his own ruins,
And knows divine in his self.

Mykoul