A Hundred Suns Concealed

They asked why it is I love to say SubhanAllah

That’s easy - it’s worship, the Sa and the Ba

Divine within both as sublime praises hurrah

Further from vices of avarice

The sapphire blood of angels fills a deep canyon of pain coursing it’s way through the arms

Free from all types of malice

The flute of longing sings freely in a frenzied forest of love adorned by nature’s elegant charms

“Sweet tyrant, longer in that flinty breast

Lock not thy heart, my bosom is it’s throne;

There let the charming flutterer gently rest;

Here feast on joys to foul vulgars unknown”

It’s from الله