My Home? My Name? Poem by Mohammad Younus

Your mud hut, with a lightful room,
Your sound, resonating in your room,
Houris, picking songs and singing in chorus,
I would ask you: Where is my home?
What is my name?
Will you not give me the address of my home?
Will you not tell me my name?
Over the spacious Land
It is I who reign so wide so far,
It is I who rule so wide so far.
I myself would tell you,
Of my home, and my name,
But I can't open my tongue,
Lest people should stone at me

Mykoul