Melodic Divine Tune Poem by Mohammad Younus

God's kingdom cannot at all be measured;
But still Mullah wags his tongue...
...explaining the 'attributes' and babbling about 'being'!
This old dervish has never cared for false piety...
...and never boasted of mystic knowledge!
My nose wrinkles at the pungent smell of scent...
...on Mulla's robes, and at his boring speech.

Studying texts and stiff meditation can make...
...you lose your Own wisdom!
A melodious tune by the flutist for me...
...is an invaluable treasure!
Elegant beyond words...
...he chants his songs day and night!
Anyone who knows the Hidden truth...
...understands pretty well what the flutist...
...communicates to us through the flute.

The world before my eyes is not a wasteland;
From dawn to dusk I see the brilliant sun;
At night the smiling moon, and the twinkling stars
The earth is beautifully spread out...
...the azure sky overhead as a canopy...
...the forests thick and green sending fresh air;
And the deserts glimmering with golden sand;
Spring breeze blowing all the day...
...and the summer heat swallowing up my icy Hut;
I breathe in and breathe out the musk-laden air...
...coming from the rose-gardens.

Fulfilled with great ecstasies, I embrace the divine!
The narrow path of monasticism is not for me!
My heart runs in the direction of melodic tune...
That keeps my soul glued to divine music;
Hu! Hu! Hu! La Illaha Illa Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!

Mykoul