My God Is Most Merciful, Most Beneficent! Poem by Mohammad Younus

My God is most merciful, most beneficent;
His word sounds so high but no one can hear, ...
...what I hear from Him;
His pen writes so boldly on the parchment of my heart...
...but no one can read, except me;
His book fulls my ears and my eyes...
...so that I'll be filled with knowledge and wisdom;
I find the self dead buried in the ground;
I feel so relieved, and heave a sigh of relief...
My self is dead!
I will no longer be pressed to build magnificent house...
...Far superior to that of my neighbour;
Or, buy large land for orchards, and farm houses;
My self won't now suggest me to pretend...
...to be a mendicant...
...with a begging bowl going from house to house...
...for collecting alms from worldly people...
...and sit in the monastery with crossed legs...
...contemplating beyond...
...so that people take me for a Budha;
I want neither houses nor mystical wings...
...Because he whom I love is not sitting...
...on a throne in far off heaven;
I find him all the time before me;
He is not hiding, he reveals himself in all his creation;
He's not resting, He neither sleeps nor falls into slumber;
He is always awake and staring at me...
...through his wide open divinely eyes;
No eye can see him but he sees through all eyes;
Well said the prophet:
Allah is beautiful and he loves his own beauty.

Mykoul