At Dawn Sitting In The Garden Of Mystery Poem by Mohammad Younus

At dawn sitting in the Garden of Mystery,
Meditating on the tasty fruits of the forbidden tree,
The imperious Iblis refusing to accept Adam's authority,
Adam enjoying luscious and fragrant wine,
With his mate Eve,
Under the shade of the forbidden tree.
They dream to spend their life on the earth.

At noon, sitting in the Garden of Mystery
In the melancholy of the dying morning --
Brilliant and sounding,
Truth lost on the temptations' path,
Cain killed his brother, Abel, in a fit of jealousy.

In the evening, sitting in the Garden of Mystery,
Having become aware of my ignorance,
I desire to read the book of knowledge.
But how to recognize the man of knowledge,
In the population of ignorants?
Who would unfold the esoteric meaning?

In the night sitting in the Garden of Mystery,
I saw the twinkling stars and the bright moon.
And waking up in the morning, I came to realise,
That these were just like flowers of impermanence,

But that doesn't matter,
Though I was a man reborn in the crowd of fools,
I had tea with the seekers of knowledge and wisdom.

MyKoul