When Morning Sun caresses Mountain Peaks Poem by Mohammad Younus

When morning sun caresses mountain peaks,
Snow-capped and blue, while night retreats its veil,
To court the moon's embrace another day;
The singing birds of dawn send forth their hymns,
Re-echoed in the chambers of my soul.
The ringdove dances, sings to his hidden mate,
In passion's coo, proclaiming love's union.
The waves of singing breeze wash over me,
Kissing each sense, my heart's ear and eye awake.
Within, I hear the melodies arise,
The unseen singer hidden in the groves.

There, I crouch to hear the divine refrains,
With heart's keen ear and eyes that seek the light.
My soul ignites with radiance from above;
I see my beloved's face, and naught beside,
And from his mouth, his voice, sweet and profound,
Till all creation envies my delight.
I journey forth to meet my cherished love,
At the awaited hour, the hour of my rebirth.