Wandering Dervish Poem by Mohammad Younus

Why does that wandering dervish choose to come to my door,
when the day has not dawned as yet?
As he comes day in and day out, my eyes are caught by his flute.
I know not if I should listen to his flute or choose to plug my ears,
I but choose to keep silent and listen to his melodious flute,
Because for a good reason, he must have chosen to come to my door,
The dark night is packing up, the golden day is restless to break,
The wandering dervish weaves his songs with fresh tunes on his flute,
I turn all my attention to his golden flute, my eyes get filled with the sweet divine tune,
My eyes transmit the divine music to my heart and produce unbound ecstasy,
Now I understand why the wandering dervish comes to my door.

Mykoul