Mystical Tresses Poem by Mohammad Younus

Since eternity I have been what I am;
Since ages I have been here doing what I do;
People have an illusion about me...
...that for ages I have been coming and going;
Now, as always, I feel the wibes of your musical tresses;
I do not suffer from the pain of separation...
...for separation from you is just a delusion!
The musical streams coming from your tresses...
...keep me connected to you.

I know I am in earthly form, but my core is pure;
You are my secret sounding in me...
...the notes of your all time presence;
I feel ecstatic that you constantly let me steal...
...the melodious music coming from your tresses.

It is your musical touch that brings out...
...the poems of love from the depths of my heart;
If you stop even for a moment playing on your lute...
...my lifeline will be removed, and I will be reduced to nothing;
Not even a small thing worth mentioning I will be!
let me stay connected endlessly to your musical tresses.

It is your spiritual music that leads me to believe...
...that the whole universe is my temple -
...where I can in all aspects feel your sole existence;
I don't care,
If the Mulla charges me of blasphemy, and does my takfeer;
I am your mouthpiece, let people know this secret;
It is you who speaks of Oneness on my tongue!
Verily, there is none but you, as I hear from all sides...
...Hu! Hu! Hu! - the sound coming from your tresses.

I am fortunate that I am bound to you by musical chains;
I am proud that you put me in your presence for all time;
Thank you for your limitless mercy!
I am a madman, they can't call me an infidel...
...for revealing to public the secret of your tresses.

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