In The Blissful Dreams Of My Happy Night Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the blissful dreams of my happy night,
My mystic mother hovers above me,
Sprinkling from her gentle hands,
Cold water drops from her wet hands,
To wake me up from slumber and watch,
The divine orchestra filling out the world,
With perfumed voice all the time,
Drowning out the voices of all others,
And see on the horizon filled with light,
Singing birds as lovely as birds of heaven,
I can see myself overwhelmed with bliss,
In a state of transcendence, I feel that I am dying,
And, through the medium of mystical experience,
I want to be reborn, wearing my dream like a...
...jewelled crown,
In some better world where beauty flourishes,
My heart is radiating a strange and mysterious...
...shaft of light,
Whose brilliance will only be increased,
As the grim times of my worldly life pass by,
This will be the glorious culmination of my dream,
My heart leaps within me to be in the blessed garden,
Full with amorous and colourful flowers
And asks me to rise up and reveal its existence to all,
Wandering in this fleeting and flimsy world

Mykoul