From The Eternal Lips of God
Remember when The Morning Breeze
First flew from The Eternal Lips of God
As a caressing kiss, to the sky and trees
The Angels felt relief and awed
What treasures life has for you in store
To Love till death, and then even more
Speak your illustrious name over my tomb without bated breath
As my hand pierces through rocks beyond the spans of death
Our work has begun
Saffron anointed carpets are well on their way from Isfahan
We’ve caught marble from the Carpathians
Cedar from Lebanon
So that when museums and galleries from these poems are eventually made
Shrines of divine Love for you upon Earth are forever laid
أَصْبَـحْـنا وَأَصْبَـحْ المُـلكُ للَّهِ رَبِّ العـالَمـين
“She is half of my soul, as the poets say. I could recognize her by touch alone, by smell; I would know her blind, by the way her breaths came and her feet struck the earth. I would know her in death, at the end of the world.” ― The Song of Achilles
- Omar Khayyam
It’s from الله
