I Do Not Remember, Not Even A Little Bit Poem by Mohammad Younus

I do not remember, not even a little bit,
How I was first born.
I forgot when and how my creator,
my Lord, my sustainer,
Of His Holy spirit blew into me.

I forgot the way the angels fell
in prostration before me,
When my Lord proclaimed,
My Caliphate on the earth.

I forgot how wrinkles appeared,
On the face of Iblees,
When I smiled on my coronation as caliph.

I forgot what the flowers of paradise smelt like,
When I was residing there before being sent down.
I forgot what my favorite food and honey flavor was,
When I was residing in the Eden.

I forgot what made me come near to the forbidden tree,
And eat of its fruit, going against God's command.
I forgot the taste of the forbidden fruit, What was it?
Was it sour, bitter or sweet?

But, even so I'm clinging on to the speech of my Lord...
That is still echoing in my heart:
Am I not your Lord?
And it's a great relief to me that my God,
Yet constantly remembers me.
I feel good to respond by saying: Yes, my Lord!
As I did in the eternity, whencI entered into the Covenant.

MyKoul