Free Indeed Is The Moomin Poem by Mohammad Younus

Free indeed is the Moomin,
Who everywhere is with the One.

In home, in Bazar, in masjid,
He constantly remains in the Zikr.

He sings in his heart all the time,
The song of love and peace.

'Because of you, O my Lord,
Most sublime and wise!
Most beneficent and Merciful!

I understand man and the universes,
Are nothing but in reality,
The manifestation of your might.

Mysterious, imperceptible is,
I realize, my Wajud,
Stemming from the tree of your unity.

Living in submission I place myself,
With natural ease in your oneness.

Myself is just a wisp of cotton fluff,
which gets blown away by your wind,
In the vastness of yur infinity.

He is not a skeptic, raising questions,
Of doubt about One-reality.

Is it or it is not, he is not in a dilemma.
How, what, when, where, bogus questions.

Doubts engendered by skepticism!
Questions the great philosophers,
Wouldn't answer!

Let us then walk on the path of moomin,
To the realm of the real itself;

The words of scriptures told by,
The messengers from time to time,
Are melodious tunes to the ear.

So too are songs divine heard in solitude,
By lovers of the Great One,
Who have entered the Great Oneness.

La Illaha Illallah! La Illaha illa Hu!

MyKoul