I Must Sing Sweet Songs Of Thanksgiving Poem by Mohammad Younus

I must sing sweet songs of Thanksgiving,
for I dwell in a safe place in my heart,
where no satanic thoughts or nightmares reach me.

My love for truth is like the bright dawn,
rising from the dark quilt of night,
awakening all the singing birds in their nests,
fluttering out to sing melodious songs on the boughs.

The sound of lovebirds resounds
through the whole atmosphere.
I hear a sweet music coming from within,
a new music that resonates inside and out.
It is a divine secret—if I expose it, they will call me an infidel.

This melodious music brings the joy of being a good listener,
placing smiles like flowers on my soul.
In the garden of my heart, I hear the nightingale singing,
my mind sparkling with delight and wonder.

Though my days in this ephemeral world are brief,
my spirit, enjoying the divine melody,
is alive, awakened, and enlightened.
I no longer seek the fleeting joys of this world,
for I dwell within the rhythm of divine melody,
as close to me as my thoughts of my beloved.

Though I cannot see the divine with outward eyes,
I know my soul's gaze is always upon the divine face,
smiling back at me from within everything
in the world of creation,
to which I sing the best of my poems.

MyKoul