The whispering trees

With the loss of my eyes I discovered sight
I began to see beyond
What I used to see with my naked eyes
I began to see what is hidden in the breasts of men

Now I see beyond the façade of smiling faces
And spiteful serpent minds,
Of gleeful looks
And miserable hearts.

The death of my naked eyes
Is the birth of the eye of my soul
Is the resurrection of my thinking faculty
And my senses, reawakened
And now I understand:
Not everything we see as indispensable is actually indispensable
And things we see as unimportant may be the most important of all

How can I tell you, oh man, that I,
A blind man now,
sees what you cannot see?
How can I tell you, oh decendant of Adam,
That I am  better than I had ever been with my eyes?
How do I tell you to appreciate what you take for granted?
To remember to say ‘Alhamdulillah’ for whatever God gave you?

How do I tell you, oh butcher of nature,
That this tree you’re about to saw
Is purer and more innocent than you?
How do I tell you to stop deforestation?
To stop disturbing the peace and tranquility of the whispering trees?

My eyes had to die for me to be reborn
Yes, I lost my eyes to regain my sight
And I am happy to tell you
I am better off without my naked eyes…..