"The Presence of My Soul" ( Written in 2000 ) By Husna Murad
The sound of my soul vibrates in the sky and air,
The warmth of my heart becomes foamy in the waves of ocean,
The grief of my own universe rains from dark clouds to the earth.
Hear lending your ears to the ground,
I am sleeping here.
Open your eyes,
I am alive in the billion of stars in the sky,
I am alive in the flowers of your garden.
You may feel my joy in the sweet tune of a bird’s song,
My laugh sounds in a maid’s anklet,
The inspiration of my mind greets you through the sweet scent of wind.
My soul talks in the fearless flow of spring,
Which comes from the prison of snow across the hill.
My brightness places on your ways where dew drops lie,
My exquisite beauty of mind mingles with evergreen field and the blue of sky.
I hug your bodies of mud wearing the blanket of deep fog
While the sweet light of dawn kisses the earth.
Then you may find the passion of my heart.
See the tree stands far behind
Where the flowers bloom by the shed of my blood.
The vast sky above and the grass on ground reveal my loneliness in the evening,
And the lotus in the pond opens its petals for my solitude presence here.
You may feel the madness of my mind
While a cowboy plays flute sitting under a tree.
In a stormy day,
You may hear the tragic song of my absent heart.
By my invisible drive in the mustard field,
I mingle with yellow color.
I go to the home of clouds
Walking on the muddy path.
The sound of my heart rings through the oars of boatmen,
Do you hear my steps in the assembly of you?
Which you make with the sacrificed flowers,
I exist there.
I whisper the talk of great unity in the flash of a new bride’s eyes,
The song of youth comes from my inner world.
Look at the horizon,
You may see my poem drawn in the line.
Beauty in beauty,
Words among words,
The beauty of my mind startles from there.
My all poems and songs may remove your woe,
All love and equity of man mingle with my thoughts,
My soul may be quiet with the touch of your magnificent love.
Hear the sound,
That the bell rings in the core of my heart.
My heart talks with all of you in the day, at night.
The sound of my soul utters in your minds
Taking away all curtains of mystery.
Search in your own hearts,
My soul lies there.
I exist in the prayer of each soul,
I exist in the silence and crowd of human.