I Do Not Talk In The Vales Of The Dead Poem by Mohammad Younus

I do not walk in the vales of the dead;
I drink of the heavenly streams of music and light;
A shining figure, crowned with honour, I am;
I move softly through the vales of the living;
He makes the atmosphere so keen and strange;
He made the sun so fiercely bright;
He made the moon so gently smiling;
He made the stars twinkling at night...
...giving out silvery light.

The time and space are the two veils on his visage;
He is the living - death lays no shadow on his smile;
He is the creator and originator of all Life;
Creating and uncreating are so easy in his sight;
If you look in his face a little while, you will find...
...that you and He are one because He is your essence.

Remember Him when you stand, and when you sit...
...and when you lie down to sleep;
Reflect on the creation of the heavens and the earth:
The only way to know God is to know His...
...manifestation;
Through His creation He discloses...
...his power and might!
Reflect on His creation, not on His essence...
...or your all efforts, renunciation and meditation...
...will definitely go in vain.

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