Remember Your Lord Poem by Mohammad Younus

Oh Lord

Oh Lord! You created me as a son of a weaver,
I am on the loom weaving cloth for myself,
Expelled from your garden, I am stripped of my clothing,
I feel ashamed to look at my naked self,
So, I am weaving cloth with a tired back,
I am weaving a garment to cover my shame,
My warp is the melodious sound of flute,
My weft is the black light of my mystic lamp,
May the fringes be peace and love,
May the borders be knowledge and mystic cognition,
Thus, I am weaving a black garment of Yemeni cloth,
That I may sit fittingly where the houris sing;
That I may walk fittingly where the streams flow -
Water, milk, honey, and wine,
Oh my lord, oh my Lord in the Sky,
And on the earth,
May you call me in the midnight,
When I am rolled up in my quilt,
O', you wrapped in the black chador!
Rise up, and remember your lord.

Mykoul