Appear! Appear! Poem by Mohammad Younus

O it's true that in the spring...
When the dead are arising from the graves...
The liquid rays of the spring sun...
Glide down on tombstones from the heavens,
And tell them: Get up! Arise!
By the command of God!

O it's true that the dead on hearing the call...
Arise from the graves still and bare,
And put on spotless robes with aura designs!
I listen to the music, I wait for aura:
To me, my friend, appear, appear!

Beloved music, beloved light come to me!
Emerge in any form or fashion, you choose!
But all the time! ! !
Distant bells ring across the sphere,
A gentle sound, a buzz of beez,
The most musical gales of ecstasy! ! !
I care not how: appear, appear!

I call you -- not to speak of my evil nafs...
Whose malicious enticing...
Has killed my soul...
And held me in the nether place;
I pray you to get me up to the Illiyun ---
The 'most high' and 'supreme' place above!
My heart resounds...
with the zikr of your name;
I want to say that I love you,
That I'm yours: appear, appear to me!

MyKoul