When The Morning Breeze Flows O'er Poem by Mohammad Younus

When the morning breeze flows o'er,
The hymning birds singing the divine word,
It carries on its wings sweet notes, that enliven my soul,
While listening the melodious notes, easily do I gain,
Thy unceasing presence -
The more deeply I sink in the echoing notes,
The more sweetly I drink of the fountain of life,
That Moses with Yusha looked for in Bahri Zulumaat,
But the fountain of water, they missed to see,
At the confluence where two seas meet,
Ever since I drank from this fountain,
The death became non frightening to me,
Thus, I am delivered from the ravages of the fierce world,
And the doors of the house of peace open up for me

Mykoul