Fake Sufis Always Talking About Love, Love Poem by Mohammad Younus

Fake sufis always talking about Love, Love,
What Love is, they don't know;
They are always discussing Heart, Heart;
What the Heart is, they don't know.

Within the heart of the lover soul is found,
It isn't found anywhere outside.
The lovers find the Truth in their own vast souls.
What soul is, the hypocrites don't know.

They pretend to be Gnostics, and true Friends,
The empty vessels making much noise!
Lot of questions! long empty talks!
And fruitless discussions! Nothing worth while.
They perform deeds just to show off their piety!
What is true and pure way, they don't know.

They worship their ancestors,
And pay obeisance on their mausoleums.
They venerate the dead and do not seek,
Knowledge from the living sages.
And from the people of knowledge.
The pearls of wisdom they collect not;
What is awareness and enlightenment?
They have no answers to this question.

They err in believing that their dead,
Have got continued existence, in graves,
And have ability to heal their ills,
And in difficulty they come to their succour.
What is the Everliving, they don't know.

They seek help from non-Gods,
For easing their life and giving them fortunes;
They believe that the dead in graves,
Can intercede for them;
'We serve thee and we seek help from thee',
They don't utter these words, for they know not.

Leaving all these absurdities,
I became a true servant of the One Omnipotent.
Through His vast mercy I was forgiven,
And purged off of the false belief in duality.
I found absolute oneness of the Truth,
In all His manifestations.
What the oneness is, the fake sufis don't know.

MyKoul proclaims the Truth is my reality.
The Truth is everywhere if you are willing to see.
When you come to know the Truth,
There won't be any wrangling, but divine silence.
What is the hidden truth of a human being?
Mansur and Nasimi knew, but their killers not.
Mansur was sent to gallows,
While Nasimi was skinned alive.

MyKoul