In The World's Inn Poem by Mohammad Younus

From eternity is passing a caravan...
...from somewhere to somewhere;
I too am with the caravan walking;
I am now for a while in the world's Inn;
I am a guest in this Inn - the Innkeeper I don't see;
He gives me the space for taking rest!
He gives me time to enjoy my stay in the Inn!
He gives me to eat!
He gives me to drink!
He makes me hear the melodious music!
He gives me light to help me walk through darkness!
My host, the Innkeeper, does not deny me anything!
Nothing does he charge me for my stay in the Inn!
Having stayed for the appointed time in the Inn...
...I shall go my way;
Along the Caravan to somewhere - destination I don't know;
I honestly am in a great puzzle, for I don't know:
What LIFE is really all about?
What is the reason for my short while stay in the Inn?
Why am I placed in this moving caravan?
Where shall my journeying end?
And when and where did this journeying begin?

MyKoul