He Caste Me Off from His Garden High Poem by Mohammad Younus

He cast me off from his garden high,
But! made me his agent on the earth,
I found to my utter perplexity here,
There was no inhabitant on this sphere,
Why should there be!
No sensible being would love to be here,
Does it mean...
...I am doomed to live a senseless life?
No! God reminds me,
...I am born to be the supra intellegent thing,
God reminds me I am a thing with his soul,
I didn't know...
...he had breathed into me from his spirit own,
He keeps on casting me off his garden -
I keep on travelling to his garden,
Along my chosen path, asserting my free will,
Each time satan leads me off the right track...
...some infatuation, some addiction to damsels,
...some earthly pomp and show,
some green pastures shown to me,
Such that I do not reach back...
...to the garden lost,
But, each time I shed off...
...some fragment of my false ego...
...until at last I came out...
...of the abyss of self deception,
I gathered myself into a whole being,
And whisked myself into mystic silence,
This was the universal silence -
pervading and extensive,
I feel my life on the earth is...
...either a dream or a nightmare,
At the end of my travelling in wilderness -
I plunge deep into the stillness...
...and visualize myself...
As the sound of some mysterious Windharp,
As the light of some mysterious lamp,
I am astounded to see myself back...
...in the garden that I had left far behind,
My garden is adorned with effulgent light...
... and mellow music.

Mykoul