The Immense Thought

The way of love is thought to be ancient,
You are ignoring my sleep of thought as well.
Making the heart dull is sleeping in the heart,
Sufis teach us monks what the appearance
Of a soul is like in the winter and summer.

It is subject of amazement, my house is outside,
God's house is inside the heart, where heaven lies.
The soul of souls is in every family, every household,
The fathers have awe, the music is inside the healing;
When I was young the teachers were in others of heart.

On the climbing globe was an utter silence made to trouble,
Higher roads are of true power, when men hear as truth.
With immense power is immense, huge sainthood,
So genders are equal here and there, like the commotion
Of bustling crowds, the turbaned soldiers and the civilians.