I Am The Secret Poem by Mohammad Younus

The secret that I am eager to know...
remains undisclosed to this day,
Who I am? Who speaks in me?
I have spent my days and nights to see,
I have written many poems in his praise, but
I have never seen him with the eyes in my skull,
I simply hear the melodies of the mystical lute,
I am astonished to hear only the sound of the lute,
Where is the lute player who strings and unstrings his lute...
to produce the melodies?
I have not seen the face of the lute player,
Nor I have seen his lute,
Only I hear his gentle melodies...
echoing in the universe and inside me;
I live in the hope of seeing him,
Is it possible to see him?
The lamp of awareness has been lit in me,
I see it is I who is all alone in the House,
I am the lute, the lutist, and the sound of lute! ! !
I am the secret of my creator...
who himself remains unseen.

MyKoul