I Know Not How To Sing Your Praise Poem by Mohammad Younus

I know not how to sing your praise,
Though in silent amazement...
...I ever listen to your word;
The light of your music...
...illuminates my whole being;
The life breath of your music...
... runs through me;
The holy stream of your holy music
...resonates in my body and soul,
Without any friction, it sounds on;
My heart longs to join in your song,
But vainly struggles for proper words,
So I fail to compose a song for you;
Baffled and bemused I am indeed!
Still it is an invaluable boon that I hear you...
...singing your own song to thrill me;
I have got trapped...
... in the winding meshes of your music,
You lovingly command me to listen,
To your sweet music devotedly;
As I hear to your melodious music;
My eyes roll up to see your holy light;
All that is harsh and unmelodious in my life,
Melts into one sweet harmony,
My soul spreads its wings like a gliding bird...
...and flies beyond the contours of earth;
I know you are pleased with me,
Because I devoutly listen to your music;
By the sprawling music of your word,
I come near to your citadel,
...which I could never aspire to reach,
Drunk with the joy of listening your music,
I forget myself and sink into your remembrance;
You are my lord!

Mykoul