The Awaited Hour Poem by Mohammad Younus

This is the awaited hour
Full of awesom wonder
When my soul opens its eyes
In the universal silence
To gaze in awe at the effulging light
Emerging from my deep depths
Flashing without fearful thunder
When my soul opens its ears
To listen to the wordless sound
That resonates as cosmic sound
That flies me to divine heights
That I love the best, as my true self
That removes from the world of dust
That emanates truth and spirit
Let me get one with this pristine sound
To stay side by side with my truth
If you knew the secret of sound -
What it whispers into my inner ear
You too would love naught but this sound
You would not let your heart take
pleasure in Rabāb, Guitar and Chūng
Like Khusrao you would chant
I am enwrapped in love
I need not count on a rosary
My veins - musical chords - sound
Though no hands strike them


Mykoul