Recycled Lamp
Sweet streams hallowed by the beloved were blessed
Sweeter over my raptured soul overpowered with zest
Withering joy and every hope suspends
As an unknown tortured bosom rends
Her sapphire sky, gemmed with worlds of light
Whose layers of glory boast of boundless flight
Beyond the scenes of fake crowns and a false diadem
Therein lies within her chest a true divine specimen
She lit my Chiragh with a single glance when I was just a young boy
Seems I grew up to be broken and recycled by her, akin to an old toy
Indeed even when the last of lingering breath
Melts away like wax in this flickering flame
My heart towards your direction unmoved by death
It’s wounds shall do dhikr of thy cherished name
It’s from الله
