Spiritual Touch I Get Poem by Mohammad Younus

Walking through the labyrinthine alleys of life,
A flutist constantly I see playing at his magical flute,
Breathing through it melodies eternally fresh,
That makes me ecstatic, and empties me of all worries,
Spiritual touch do I get while hearing the melodies,
My soul cries out jubilantly in its drunken state: -
Flute! My flute! The world-resonating flute!
The eye-cooling flute! The Heart-sweetening flute!
Ah, everything dances at the tune of my flute;
The flute tunes give birth to flashes of eternal light,
The hidden book of knowledge opens, and
Awareness and enlightenment come to its listener
And one by ones the names of things he comes to know

Mykoul