No Idle Talks, No Empty Words Poem by Mohammad Younus

No idle talks, no empty words...
...such is my master's admonition to me.
Henceforth I will talk in low tones sweet.
The sweet music that sounds in my heart, ...
...will I bring on the surface of my mind...
for writing my sweet poems


People are busy in the world's market,
All the buyers and sellers are there.
But I stay put in my hermitage,
in the middle of the day.
No more in the thick of my work,
I write love letters to my God...
...in the shape of my sweet poems

Let then the poems sprout out...
...in the garden of my heart,
it is very much the most proper time;
And let the midday bees come in, ...
...hum and buzz around the flowers...
...blossoming as my sweet poems,

Full many an year have I spent...
...in the strife torn world where flow...
...streams of blood, tears, and sweat...
...but now it is the time I must play...
devotedly in the garden of eternity...
...to draw my heart on to my lord;
I know not why is this wishful thinking, ...
...to what consequence! Useful or useless!
My lord knows the best!

Mykoul