Mere Chaand

The heart is a treasure, to pastures the mind can’t fathom

Seeming ever blessed in it’s way

Alike and dissimilar every other day

Yet tonight I sigh more heavily

This night has a billion eyes

The day has only but one

Yet sight of a bright world ceases

With the dying, setting of the sun

A mind has a billion and one eyes

The heart only has but one

The light of life cripples and dies

When love is once again, done

This glass is fragile to a forenoon wind leaning

This true love that is fresh and anew every hour

Like the sweet coming of the Moon over it’s evening

The golden mystery of morning’s sunrise power

It’s from الله