Temple of a Poet

Her gentle teaching sweetly blends

An aerial gleam that fancy lends

To:

Those that have felt the wondrous wand of my Muse

The Queen’s poesy, a subtle sword of art

Soaring to the heights where all is blue

Past carnelian skies that sunsets dyed

Merging with Bashir’s last couplets afuse

Anointing the same to fate with timid heart

Raining tears in the niche of the mosque’s pew

This work is respectfully inscribed…

All praises are sung to God who reigns supreme - below, and above

Binding with the silk of compassion, Earth and Heaven in Love

More often than they could fill up the cup with an ocean

Every day I religiously climb your cosmos with devotion

Her smile is a golden temple of eternal peace

Where such luminescence may never cease

Flavours of adoration from wisdom’s mysterious treasure chest

Compass towards her name, bringing forth brilliance to my sight

Deeper than death, richer than rest

I, beholding celestial stars in the memory of your eyes every night

Caressed by crystal dews and a starry light

Have found a guide amidst the constellations of souls scattered upon the land

You whom we carry in our heart, through the seas, and over the sand

It’s from الله