I Love Walking Despite The Most Striking Horrors Poem by Mohammad Younus

I love walking despite the most striking horrors,
through the auspicious dream of life.
I know Satan stays somewhere quietly, secretly,
thinking no one will notice him in ambush.
I know he plans something worse,
to see me dishonored and dethroned
from the caliph's chair.

I consider this dream of being the Caliph
a divine blessing.
Of all the nebulous roads I could traverse,
I choose the straightest and shortest,
leading to divine bliss.
I see no terror or fear
that could impede my progress.
To my delight, all the diabolic Gog and Magog sleep
while I walk along the divine way.

In this mystical dream, the spirit divine leads
beyond the precincts of skies and earth.
The black venomous serpents and vipers
do not creep to give a fatal sting.
So I'll walk on and on
until I know the hidden secret of my life,
crossing through the infinite billows
of the boiling river of life.
With open eyes,
I will sight the great infinity, inshaallah!

---MyKoul