To Paradise We Row

Oh she who Paradise seeks through and through

What a sign to the worlds are you….

All kinds of reactions possess me at once when I think of thee

Admiration, stupefaction, trembling, shame, shamelessness

Your beauty wounds deeper than any arrow

As flooding trickles down through the eyes to my soul

These days the Sun fails to wear such a glorious brow

And poetic mornings are won’t to bring

See many a wind that mourneth now

A song of rapture used to sing

I say you’re innocent

You may rule me as you please…

Wise scribes often make mistakes

Galloping steeds stumble

Slashing swords go blunt

But I will always see the sin as mine

Seeking your pardon till the day I die

Of the constitution, bodice, rhyme, and verse of Bashir

Go tell the news to all who merit the news, not here

That the pure worth of these pearls borne of sea

All true jewellers will appreciate

It’s from الله