Lover's Concert Poem by Mohammad Younus

My mind was full, overflowing with conceit and avarice—
Consistently making a slurred speech,
Drunk in the wine of my assumed greatness,
But, your love made me low —
It made me humbled and freed me,
From having to worship and adore myself,
Then I heard a call from you my lord,
Love's concert was calling me consistently,
But neither the sound nor the sounder were seen,
The sweet melody on guitar is resounding in my heart,
Filling it with pure love,
Obliterating my passion for any other,
Hundreds of lovers have passed this very way —
Don't be surprised if I too join their caravan
By the grace of God

Mykoul