At The Archway Poem by Mohammad Younus

How is it that in my eyes...
... the melodious music continually plays?
How is it that streams of heavenly music...
... run beneath the garden of my heart?
How is it that fragrance of the flowers...
...of paradise fulls to the gills...
...the garden of my heart?
How is it that music of life is gushing out...
... from the spring of my heart?
How is it that every thorn that pierces...
...my feet in the desert of love...
...sprouts as a pink rose...
...in the garden of my heart?
It all happens, O My Friend, surely...
...through the blessing of my beloved lord!

Even if the Takfirees close the doors...
...of worship-place for me...
I will never complain...
...as I have even more a holy place...
...to meet my lord...
Where away from the gaze of others...
...I look for him as if He is...
...standing before me;
I hear attentively Well-pronounced and...
...sweetly recited verses of Quran!
I sit in the centre of the Arches of my brows...
...or near and offer there two rakkahs
...of the Sallah like Hatam al-Asam;
There my rebellious mind submits to Him!
There my heart pulsates to the rhythm of Hu!
There my head bends before the throne of my lord!
At the archway...
...I find my lord welcoming me into his palace!

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