There Is No Pleasure But That Of Love Poem by Mohammad Younus

There is no pleasure but that of Love;
Love is the source of ecstasy, for lovers true;
The missiles of hatred thrown by the enemy of peace...
...cannot pierce through the heart of lovers true;
The sharp blades of fear and terror...
...cannot cut off your limbs of love and peace;
It is the spirit of love that lets share...
...hawk and finch the vast and deep sky;
By your love night and day embrace...
...from now on happy notes of eternal life;
Love notes pull out the poisonous weeds...
...of nafs from your heartland;
Go on hearing and singing the musical notes of love...
...until the last trace of this malicious and abnoxious...
...world is erased from your heart;
While the notes of this music divine echo in your heart...
...the Eternal Joy of peace and bliss may your feast be...
...in the grand divine banquet hall;
May Iblis, jealous of your glory, moan from grief...
...on seeing you as the chosen guest of God.

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