Taj-e-dare Dara

Last night-I saw in a dream. The crown of your soul kissed by Angels performing pilgrimage just for you

The dust of your feet was taken to manifest gold adorning the halls of heaven with a bronzed hue

Underneath and above were wreathes of compassion flavoured in red, white, green, and blue

Harps, the strings of which were fashioned by the jinns of Solomon were found in hand

Hawks, hugged the peacocks and parrots under the audible shade of a mystic band

With ears that see a tiara that the wind wears as forewarning

Can’t you hear the birds and trees chiming this morning?

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