Moon Lake Poem by Matloob Bokhari

MOON LAKE
Far away from the cruel land of kings,
Far away from the unfair land of gold,
Far away from the gloomy land of silken robes,
Is a calm lake of dervish dressed in rags,
Singing love songs in morn, noon and night,
Where breeze offers prayer, flowers read psalm,
In ecstatic love, moon swims in pure joy,
White clouds float on the water of grace,
When lines of seven sins cleaned, my heart dived,
And bloomed like a flower by the moon lake.