Habibati Poem by Ibn Ali

She blossoms each dawn,
Flower of mine,
As I bathe in her eyes, I can't envision goodbye,
Her smile is my heart's delight,
Mouth laden with pearls,
It's the moon, crescent, in heavens unblemished,
On the darkest night,
When I'm labouring I'm savouring her warmth,
glancing with each sigh as if to usher on the time,
Habibati,
My love for her is not devoid of reasoning,
she's why the highlight of everyday is every eve,
She's missed,
So each tryst, an opportunity to seize her,
In enveloped arms greet her,
Like the prisoners passionate embrace upon his freedom,
Habibati,
Her scent like a summer breeze,
Her being like the warmth of the sun on my face,
Or light, trickled through leaves,
All the joy entailed is then curtailed when leaving,
No sooner here than gone again,
Time in its constancy deceiving,
When daylight spells the death of night I'm soon to tell this love of mine,
'Goodbye, goodbye, farewell my love, goodbye,
Not a woman more beloved to me,
Than you are loved by I.'
Goodbyes and farewells,
In hopes we nigh shall meet again,
So fickle love the way hearts swerve,
Like whispers in the wind.