The Lovers Know no Respite, No Rest Poem by Mohammad Younus

The lovers know no respite, no rest;
They're wakeful when in sleep;
They keep their vigil, gazing at their Beloved's face;
Their belief in their Love is their only religion;
Neither the hustle and bustle, nor the houris in the garden,
Distract them from remaining engaged with their love;
Unafraid and undaunted openly they proclaim their love;
Afflicted with love, they neither moan nor mourn,
Immersed in Love, they care not for fame or name;
They turn their back on the whole world!
They spend their life away in hearing the Beloved's word;
Singing the sweet love melodies, they roam town and village;
Outwardly, they seem to be involved in worldly business;
Inwardly, they are absorbed in the flashes of light and sound;
They are silent yet resonate with beez' sound;
They know not East or West, nor Mekkah nor Hindustan;
Oblivious of the two worlds, they care for nothing at all;
Like Majnun, who never found Leila,
They never cease to sing their song of love.

Mykoul