I knew not why, could I bear not
The breeze blowing, caressing your skin soft
The clouds that stretch above your head
The beauty of rain and of the rose, red
The butterfly, creature you always love to hold
All things of beauty, new and old
Not that I envy your joys
Nor their beauty me ever annoys
You are mine, your longings and dreams
In my soul, your wish streams
Divine providence, kingdom of Allah All beautiful and for us...thank nice penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really everyone can fall in love with this piece, so do i..._soul