False Gurus Poem by Mohammad Younus

Even a glowing star can be noosed down,
Do those priests and sufis not say?
But they say not one simple thing,
That how they can do the impossible?
How I may see the truth on the earth -
in my mud hut?
About the mountain-ranges, the blue firmament,
About the starsand the planets,
That brightly glow - some visible, some invisible,
All the bodies go relentlessly along the fixed paths,
As God has decreed them,
No priest, no sufi can grasp God's ways,
God's secrets can never be measured,
But still priests and sufis wag their tongues,
Explaining the practices of meditation, and remembrance,
And babbling about the hidden secrets,
This old man has never cared for borrowed knowledge,
My heart's ear closes automatically,
When the priests in long robes sitting in pulpits,
Or the sufis in circles, enjoying the music,
Start delivering long lectures and discourses -
On enlightenment and awareness

Mykoul