Blessed By The Divine Grace Poem by Mohammad Younus

Blessed by the divine grace,
My soul heard the sound divine,
that in forgetfulness didn't hear,
With a mysterious sound doeth awaken,
And unto premordial plane
Of its first splendid origin attain,
Up through the fields of consciousness,
It wings,
Till in the highest station it attains,
And a sweetening music there,
It hears, music that swells,
Undying, and all other sounds excels,
Soft, enchanting music!
That lulls to rest the restive Nafas;
Whose warbling notes inspire,
The pensive soul with visions blest;
Sweet music! let thy resonating notes
Fill me with bliss immense, and clear all my delusions.

Mykoul