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Saturday, February 14, 2015

LOVE WISH*

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LOVE WISH*



I see the light coming out from your eyes.
What sacred wonder illuminates your face?
Wish I had the time and nothing else to do,
But while away the hours adoring you.





*A original love poem which I modelled after a verse by Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, and more popularly in the English-speaking world simply as Rumi. He was a 13th-century Persian poet.

Monday, February 9, 2015

MOST EXCELLENT OF WOMEN

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She was a Lady who never choose to quit me.
I can not count one bad word,
Not so much as a moment of ill humor between us.

At the stroke of the hour marking the time 
Precisely two years after we had been married,
She gave me the birth to a son,
Whose good name was the same as my own.

The baby survived his mother,
And he became my sole devotion.
I nursed him insistantly, never leaving his side.

In the whole-wide-world no ayah could ever be found:
No one matched the ministry of me, this boy's father.
Praise God, Your Will not ours be done.
Within the month of my child's arrival a bad fever killed him.



Mericifull Almighty! 
Thank you for the joy and the glory of your bounty,
For everything You have brought me each day.

She was a lady who never choose to quit me.
I can not count one bad word,
Not so much as a moment of ill humor between us.

 
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