A Flower

A flower has taken hold of my reigns

Falling by the waysided lanes

Knots of difficulty open by her glance

A hundred Venuses, the crest of compassion

Bloodied tears, cloud wreathes, and nectar of my heart!

Every page that I’ve turned

Drapes over sober council:

“Kiss this hand, a goblet of wine

From the Eternal Lips of God”

It’s from الله