On The Night When The Conch First Sounded Poem by Mohammad Younus

On the night when the conch first sounded, ...
...alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not;
My heart was busy with mundane thoughts...
...and the sound remained unheeded;

Only now my mind is still and my heart empty, ...
...and I start up from intoxication, and feel a sweet...
...flow of musical fragrance coming from the Garden of Eden;

That divine sweetness makes my heart ecstatic with...
...deep longing to return to the garden of eternity, ...
...and it seems to me that is the eager prayer of my soul...
...seeking for its salvation;

I now know that it is so near to me, ...
...that it was mine from eternity, and that this...
...spiritual sweetness comes up from the rose garden...
...that blossoms in the depth of my own heart.

When I look at the roses blooming in the rose garden...
...of the world,
I feel it is the same rose garden that blossoms inside me...
...emitting the sweet fragrance.

Mykoul