To You, My Soul-Mate Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

There was no writer in me
It was you who transformed me
My fingers were fragile
and eyes were empty
you came and filled light
You made my fingers firm
The unblessed Aadil became blessed
Your grace grew me
Your madness submerged there
You and I became one
Word to word, we made each other
Your murmurs, your melodies
You, the home to my ecstasy
You, the ringing flute,
You, the stream of honesty,
The most considerate you,
The most caring you,
the tenderest you,
the most delicate you,
the strongest you,
the most colorful you,
You, the soul of my life
I heartily love you, my lady.