Melodious Tunes Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the high and low notes of the soul,
There is a deep mysterious tone,
That gives the listener ecstasy infinite,
As the Arab racer needs not a whip,
So you need not a man-made flute,
That comes from a reed bed,
Listen to the natural flute such that,
You might enter the precincts of your essence,
This exposition in melodious tunes,
Is the exposition of the secret hidden,
That man is like God's flute,
He moulds dust into a sounding clay,
With the inner ears we must for ever,
Listen with undivided attention his song of love.