Cheerful Music Poem by Mohammad Younus

A world where the blossoms fade -
Fall, and scatter with the wind,
Where clouds profusely grow -
Hiding the moon and the sun,
From my watching eyes,
Would deprive me of my pleasure,
Instead fill me with melancholy -
If cuckoos, warblers, nightingales, or crickets,
Or, shepherds with flutes in their lips,
Would even stop singing and sounding,
Migrate to some distant land, or hide in some cave
In such a world must I joyfully live
Where cheerful music sounds all the time

Mykoul