Faqir Poem by Mohammad Younus

Faqir

Rug, rosary, or the holy book
A faqëër works not with;
Carries nothing with
In his hanging bag...
...save one thing in his heart:
The book of knowledge!
Written by the mighty lord!
His heart is a cloudless sky...
...where the invisible bird...
...flies overhead to caste...
...with love its shadow down...
...on the mystic eye;
Faqir is a Yā Hū Pigeon;
Looks for his eternal nest;
Whoops intensely;
With zeal and zest;
Yā Hū! Yā Hū! Yā Hū!
Until it sheds a drop of blood;
Then gets up to fervently cry:
Where is He? Where is He?
Like the sun asking:
Who am I? Who am I?
Who embellishes me...
...with light and heat?
Faqir looks for himself...
...n all things around;
Nothing can distract him!
No belief can convince him!
Haq is closer to him...
...than his jagular vein;
To know the mystic truth...
...throws all things off...
...Hidden and manifest...
...to see what is left;
It is the riddle of lifetime!
It is the hidden secret!
The reality of Muhammad!
Don't miss to know!
It is the essential self!
The Wājib al Wajūd!
Which is always here!
Speaks on every tongue!
Manifests in all faces!
Each one with a different name!
Each one with a distinctive grace!
Each one with a unique power!
Hearken! 'He is' in all aspects!
He is the heart!
He is the mind!
He is the breath!
He is the flute!
He is the living soul!
The everlasting one!
His being and attributes...
...are in association inseparably;
Fathom this is the essential truth!



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