Waking Dream Poem by Mohammad Younus

By the sun and its brightness...
...the sun shines over my head and illuminates...
...my intellect, soul and heart;
The music is roaring in my ears of heart;
The light on light flashes on my eyes of heart;
The blind ditch of fire is to my right;
The blind ditch of fire is to my left;
I walk over the bridge of Sirāt looking straight...
...without my feet staggering or my eyes wavering;
The squeaking of the rusty gate of the hell I hear with awe;
The King's palace I see is across the river of fire;
The front gate of the palace I clearly see;
My eyes are fixed on the gate of the palace...
...where I can meet my God,
I call out to God while crossing the river of fire:
I am here, God, I am here!

I am not afraid of hell!
I do not covet paradise!
I'm a lover of God
I only want him from him
Wait now! I hear from my God
You can know me only when you love me in earnest
I am hopeful of reaching my God
I won't be drunk when He appears to me
I'm never drunk in my dreams or in my poems
I am waking, I dream the true dreams.

MyKoul