How Strange! in Diverse Forms Only Him I See Poem by Mohammad Younus

How strange! In diverse forms only Him I see,
Sometimes I see Him as a crawling baby,
Sometimes I see Him as a hunched oldy,
Sometimes I see Him at the bottom of a deep well,
Sometimes I see Him on the throne in the heaven;
If you also come to the garden with my inner eye,
You, too, will see expansive unity in all flowers;
From each flower that you pass by, You will hear,
'I am here', 'I am here';
See! O see! In every guise exists He,
But, the inner eye for seeing unity is not gifted to all,
As the music of the honey bee is not gifted to...
...the swirling moth,
Know that he whose love is pure and sincere,
Sees with the inner eye of his heart, that essentially,
All things are the manifestation of the single beauty.

Mykoul