Could I may be pleased with a dream to make myself a lover of me
Not once, not even twice, a dream at least hundred times I could see.
Wishing a cloud from Medina, may it rain on Makkah!
Such a rain that its showers extend to my city's dry tree,
Could I see a lighted face with my eyes remaining completely closed
But my heart open in autumn and enjoying spring like a honey bee.
A moment that may pass like fifteen centuries
One may not talk to me; I just need a look at me
My body is dried clay it's looking the favor of clouds
A shower springing aromatic flowers from me
I want a soul that is spread in the entire universe
A style to expose hidden beauty in me
A reflected light of Muhammad on my face so that I may face a mirror
Sure, it will appear beautiful, though ugly at the moment it may be
I shall cry, I shall die, and I shall not let him go back alone
I shall end my life in the feet of Muhammad, upon him peace may be!
A moment that may pass like fifteen centuries One may not talk to me; I just need a look at me My body is dried clay it's looking the favor of clouds A shower springing aromatic flowers from me I want a soul that is spread in the entire universe A style to expose hidden beauty in me A reflected light of Muhammad on my face so that I may face a mirror - - - - - - - - - -Love springs from heaven - - - A deep spiritual write, thanks for sharing.
A great poem. Beautiful thoughts on love and dreams are like gems embedded on this marvelous write. Loved the last two lines, very powerful.10
A moment that may pass like fifteen centuries- - - there are many of these gorgeous lines in this poem for the delight of readers. well penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I shall cry, I shall die, and I shall not let him go back alone I shall end my life in the feet of Muhammad, upon him peace may be!