The King Is Here, Rejoice! The King Is On The Throne Poem by Mohammad Younus

The King is here—rejoice! The King is on the throne.
Be present in the hall—the King is on the throne.

Lower your gaze, as once the Prophet's friends would do,
In awe, in love, in thrall—the King is on the throne.

The Soul of souls appears in perfect majesty—
What soul dares speak at all? The King is on the throne.

I offered up myself; love tore the veil away—
From dark to light I crawl—the King is on the throne.

The pure, the base—He draws them all in equal light,
Both servant and Shah's call—the King is on the throne.

No soul can grasp the soul of souls behind the veil,
Yet all in Him must fall—the King is on the throne.

O Seeker, now behold—illusions fade and die!
And Solomon stands tall—the King is on the throne.

The hoopoe leads the way—why linger here in doubt?
Leap now, obey the call—the King is on the throne.

In Oneness' court, raise prayers to know the hidden things;
He hears each creature's drawl—the King is on the throne.

Speech scatters hearts, but His command unites them whole;
He teaches, guides us all—the King is on the throne.

The moth gives up its wings into the holy flame,
No fear, no shame, no stall—the King is on the throne.

The river seeks the sea, though long and winding be,
Its waves in worship sprawl—the King is on the throne.

The beggar and the prince both kneel on equal ground—
For pride and rank must fall—the King is on the throne.

The nightingale still sings though pierced by thorny breast—
Such love endures the gall—the King is on the throne.

The mirror of the heart reflects but One true Face;
All shadows flee His thrall—the King is on the throne.

O MyKoul, tear the veil—the Truth is not afar!
He dwells within us all—the King is on the throne.

MyKoul