I Am An Old Man Poem by Mohammad Younus

I'm an old man, libertine they call me,
I own neither a degree in theology, nor I preach;
All the day I wander through the labyrinthine alleys
At nights I lay on bed neither in sleep nor awake
I hear constantly the mystic voice, Hu Illa Hu...

I'm an old man, dervish they call me,
I own neither an Ijaazah from some Peeer, nor I teach;
All the day I wander through the world's busy streets
At nights I lay on bed with watchful eyes, a vigil I keep
I constantly remember my lord, hearing the rhythms of his lute.

MyKoul