My Supplication Poem by Mohammad Younus

MY SUPPLICATION

My grace, my soul's soul,
Our parting is ions old,
I want your love,
Sure and safe from error,
Love that sits in the heart,
Love that beats in the breast,
Love that fills my inner vessel,

As long as I'm alive,
I'll keep on yearning for you,
At each and every sunrise, I shall supplicate
At each and every dusk, I shall beseech
For your sound and light,
Through day and night

Do not let me wander in,
The green pastures of this world,
Take me up above, to be your companion,
But, He retorted me with a crisp reply,
Can you jump up to the sky for me?
Can you cut your roots to the earth?
Can you fly to the celestial garden?
Where I am waiting for you,
On the spring of Kawthar,
I would like to know,
If you are really ready,
To fly over the mountains and the chasms,
And sip the ābi kawthar,
I give you enough time,
To think for it coolly

Mykoul