2/2/22

The most beautiful of all is she, whose eyes and lips both pain and salve to the soul

Oh clouds, pour fire upon my soul for indeed

I happen to look up and see some signs, then need to proceed

To kill my hope in its womb again - before it can breathe

Trapped underneath ice without a hint of fresh air

Back into the dungeons of deep dark despair

Old and experienced men err, wise scribes make mistakes

When cruelty strikes its heavy brick upon the heart, such scars remain forever

You murdered me and then consumed my carcass

I will always see the sins as mine, and seek your pardon until the soul is ripped from my ashes

Although my heart is full of pain, with kisses I’d beg your forgiveness

My heart is choked by worry my face has lost it’s colour

My silver body is trembling like a cypress shaken by the wind

My red eyes are filled with liquid pearls falling upon roses

You may rule me, as you please

Drink up your cup and as you do so - I

Will tell many a story of the days gone by

Oh Shah of my broken heart’s furnacing fire

I am a slave to even the dust of thy desire

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It’s from الله