Before Bashir Dies

- Hafez

Oh gale of the day’s first flush

Messenger of mystery’s hush

This diet of reason has led me to a land of no where

So go ahead, slay these notebooks off the shelves

Rip and burn the endless pages

Here… Here are Bashir’s poems

On many a night…

I write liturgies from the light of your face reflected off dimples of the Moon

Having written these lines in such code that their word and tune

May only be understood by few

I scribbled countless others that could be contested

But all are just for you

It’s from الله