World Is An Illusion Poem by Mohammad Younus

It is not my portion to have a glimpse of him...
who is not like anything;
Neither there is a thing similar to him,
Nor there is a thing opposite to him,
I will be a liar if I say, I have missed thy sight...
when thou glimpsed on the mountain Tur;

My love speaks I must feel you always before me;
I must not feel you absent even for a moment, from me;
let me carry your remembrance when walking with me;
Through the alleys of the city of love in wakeful hours;
Through the heavenly gardens in my mystic dreams;

As I pass my days in the crowded market of the world...
and dust and mud collect on my hands and my head...
while amassing wealth day and night with a relentless greed...
let me do some accounting, what I have gained and what I have lost;

On making the Profit & Loss Account and the Balance Sheet,
I will come to know a distasteful fact, that I have gained nothing;
Let me not forget for a moment, that this world is but an illusion;
Walk to your room inside you, hear the flutes' sound
You will feel delighted that does not forget you even for a moment
---let you also not forget him even for a moment

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