Golden Rhymes Poem by Mohammad Younus

To the morning star, the last guest of the night,
The rising morning sun is bidding farewell,
The sun's soft light brushes away all traces
of the black night,
Let me hold to my bosom the smiling sun,
It is not but so easy and simple to hug
the flamming sun,
To-day for me was the Festival of the Sun:
....the festival of music, that was held
in the Golden Island of my heart's lake,
I saw the sun dancing lightly in the dew drops
on the Lotus leaves in the lake,
Thousands of suns on the Lotus leaves! ! !
They were throwing their sweet smiles on me,
Why should I now roll my eyes up to look at...
the burning sun?
While looking ar the cool suns on the Lotus leaves,
I hear my friend striking in chords of his harp,
Filling up my heart with constant golden rhythms.

Mykoul