O Mykoul, The Silvery Light Has Wrapped The Sky Poem by Mohammad Younus

O MyKoul, The silvery light...
...has wrapped the sky;
Do you know what the time is?
There is no fun in your dream,
So you must come up of your bed,
It is Friday, our holy day,
Leave off your idle dream, MyKoul;
Sit here by the window and tell me,
Where the paradise lost of yore is
from where Adam was expelled?

The shadow of the black heavy clouds,
has darkened the day from end to end,
The fierce lightning is dazzling the eyes,
The boisterous thunder is exploding the ears;
The rain is making continuous, deep,
and resonant sound,
God is filling your heart with golden music,
Get up, and cling to the resonating waves,
Don't fear the black clouds, lightening and thunder;

Love to sit alone on the window, MyKoul,
And enjoy hearing the melodious rain music,
Shut off your smart phone and television,
Leave all your books on the shelf-
Do not thumb others' books,
Take lessons from your own guru sitting inside,
You shall learn from him all that must be learnt,
But just for now, tell me, mykoul, where the paradise lost is?
Look, it is not too far off from you, it is very much in you,
Mykoul, see what that grand sheykh, Nunda Rishi has said,
Nasar Baba, I have seen, now you go and see for yourself.

Mykoul