O' my divine desire...
Give me a final look; and
Make an hymn to God
That we meet again forever
Not if soon; may be hundreds years late
If this will be the lovers fate
But we meet -must we meet
On that farthest line
which make us divine
Made of death, blood and fire...
Is our Manzil, O'divine desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh God, answer this prayer for a meeting soon and not after 100 years.