Most Night I Breathe And Listen Poem by Mohammad Younus

Most night I breathe and listen,
His name Hu in a comfy state,
The enchanting symphony of the word,
Always sounds in my inner eyes,
Constantly echoes in my peacefulheart,
As I hear it, my soul goes burning,
Yearns to hear more and morenonstop,
The music fills my existence with love fire;
I hear while standing, bowing, or prostrating,
The sound from all my pores and all atoms,
That explodes loudly like a hot bomb,
Which I can't and never like to get rid of,
This melodious music of love keeps me...
...awake all the time,
No god in me resides but this sweet song,
Making me expressionless and cuts me off,
From all mundane thoughts

Mykoul