Dream Vision Poem by Mohammad Younus

DREAM VISION

On a mellow spring morning,
When the skies were clear,
The soft glowing sun shone,
Letting the cold night end,
A shepherd girl with her flock,
Single in a meadow on a hilltop,
A strange thought reminds her,
Her golden age and flaming youth,
Sadness creeps into her heart,
Of what value my life is!
Should I roam all alone!
No husband! No friend!
And no one to love!
My rosy lips and cheeks for what!
She wonders in herself
Does God want me to live alone!
Below she sees her village,
Thinks of her days past,
Burdensome events and the light moments!
Lonely nights with no friend!
Reclining against a deodār tree,
Goes into trance miraculously,
Drifts into a dream vision,
Smells perfumes of the wild flowers,
Watches the gentle movement...
...of the grazing sheep,
Hears the roaring music of gushing stream,
Hears a distant flute sound,
Looks around!
She does not see,
Who is sounding the flute?
where is the flutist sitting?
Yet all the time it grows in volume,
Echoing the meadow all around,
Fills her heart with love and peace,
She recalls the music of her own flute,
Then, takes out her flute,
She holds it gently in her silky hands,
But the divinely music of...
...bumbling bees and jingling bells...
...drown the music of her flute;
The shepherd houri weeps bitterly,
Yet even as the tears fall...
...on to her flute,
She hears a melodious sound,
With dazzling pure light,
Looks around,
But could not find,
From whence it comes,
Yet all the time...
...it grows in volume,
The light envelops her absolutely,
As she looks wondering..
...across the meadow,
The music bursts upon her,
As a great symphony,
Echoing up from all sides;
So beautiful! So sweet!
Her tears of sorrow...
...become tears of joy,
She stands up breathless,
To look into the meadow,
Transfixed by the wonder...
...of the silver toned sounds,
God speaks to her in her heart
'Damsel Houri!
Do you not recognise the music? '
This is the music of Rozi-Mēthāq!
Overcome and frightened
by the voice,
She falls upon her knees,
Stunned! Unable to speak!
Then God comes forward,
Kisses her between the brows,
Where the two bows meet,
And in that instant, she knows...
...that the music is her own,
It is a witness to her beauty...
...sounding in each part,
It is the sound of her flute,
Flute, flutist, and She...
...all are one really;
Her joy knows no bounds,
She leaps and whirls with joy,
Like a whirling dervish...
...dances to the sound of flute,
In that instant,
She dies to this life mundane,
Wakes up in ecstasy,
A song so cheerful she sings,
That breaks the silence of meadow,
Grazes her sheep and sings sweet:
'Love is not love, without flute
Stop here to listen or gently pass!
No all are able to hear rightly!
Fig is not the food for every little bird!
No music! No light! Only Me!
I see no one on that side!
I see no one on this side!
I am no one! He is Himself the reality! '

Mykoul