A JOURNEY IN A DREAM
In dream, I was where abodes adorned with flowers.
Streets beaming with lights; faces glowing with health.
Roots embedded in musky scented earth, full of fragrance.
Sweets flowery arbours of green trees along soft stream,
Whose branches were laden with delicious fruits.
Air perfumed with fragrant herbs; life radiated love.
Flocks of woolly sheep, bevy of little girls frisking around.
Damsels accompanied lyre, whirling in sportive dance.
Old men in isle of blessed were sleeping in mossy beds.
An adult, strumming guitar, told secret of blissful life.
By law, people spend a day to help men in need.
A gardener trims trees; a teacher teaches students,
Doctor treats ill- all with gems of care clean the town.
That paradisal land of plenty is a place of pleasure.
No one has vast wealth; no one is in want.
People worship work; perform duty with joy.
No one fights; no one kills- all sing; all work.
People pass days without care; nights without fear.
In that place, I drankhoney and delicious drinks.
O my Murshud, thanks for blessing me this power.
Time spent in thedale has turned into a memory.
Like nightingale, I sing love for sojourn in the glen.
May Allah Who Himself is hidden, but His Light shines,
Bless us all through His kind mercy that blessed abode