Being Trapped In The Curls of The Scented Tresses Poem by Mohammad Younus

Being trapped in the curls of the scented tresses,
I have no way open to return to any other love,
Still I am happy that my soul is so entangled,
No way! Nowhere! I long to return,
I am breaking off from the earthly connections,
The long tresses of my beloved are
looped around my neck,
That she uses to keep me tethered to her peg,
Or to pull me by force nearer to her,
It is beyond my control to dig my self out,
I am filled with exuberance, filled with excitement,
I am mute, not able to express my delights,
And the immense spiritual ecstasy that I get,
Ending the gnawing pain of my separation,
I try to speak about my feelings of joy and ecstasy,
But I can't express!
Emotional pleasure, walks with me all the day,
and stays with me through the night,
My love! please stay with me ever.
...and calm my soul...
...for this is what I need to make me whole.

Mykoul