My Friend Sings For Me Poem by Mohammad Younus

The rhythmic beating sound echoing in my ears!
That is how begins the song of my heart,
It is the moonless night of mid November,
The sweet sound of cricket is no more in the air;
My friend knows my burning love for divine music,
He picks up his flute and plays sweet songs on his flute,
And puts on musical garland of flowers round my neck,
This love between my friend and me is simple as a flute song.

His songs in the saffron tunes make my eyes drunk,
The saffron wreath of sweet songs he weaves for me,
That thrill my heart like Noah's birds singing God's praise,
It brings smiles on my paled face and light to my dimmed eyes,
This love between my friend and me is simple as a flute song.

What is past? what is present? what is future? - superfluous divisions of time,
My friend's golden flute is sounding all the time for me,
This love between my friend and me is simple as a flute song.

My heart does not stray out of flute sound to get lost in the mist of mind,
I do not stretch out my hands to the void for things of no value,
It is enough for me that my friend sings for me in new and newer tunes,
His song crushes my sorrow of separation and wrings from it the wine of ecstasy,
This love between my friend and me is simple as a flute song.

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