In The Shrine Of Heart Poem by Mohammad Younus

Leave the shadows of senses and the mind
Outside the Heart's closed door,
Get into Heart's kàbaa draped in black Qiswah,
That is filled with mellow sound and soft light,
The booming and resonating soul's sound,
Shall chase Satan faraway from your house of light,
There is in Heart, a deep but effulgent light,
But, outside it is misty and dusky,
I cannot see with my eyes,
Better will be to see him in my own mirror,
Where He in me might look at his own image
I must speak out the hidden truth,
He who has this secret known,
He must not peep out to look for the truth,
In the shrine of heart he will find,
He is in me whom I search outside,
In temples and mausoleums naught,
He is not far or apart from me,
But mine is not the eye to see

Mykoul