O My Fine Child Poem by Mohammad Younus

O my fine child,
how dear you are to me!
With a gentle smile,
you lift my spirit high;
a single word, pure and sweet,
or a glance, so divine,
eyes brimming with innocence—
and my heart ignites
with love's own fire.

O my fine child,
how dear you are to me!
The flames that consume my heart
make me yearn to mirror
your sublime image,
to quench this burning need—
with but one kiss.

O my precious child,
how you calm my soul
with the lightest touch.
If only I could still
this restless mind,
if that little master within
could awaken me anew,
bring me to fall
in love with divine light,
I would stand as proud as Zuleikha,
finding Yusuf's love returned.

By Love's own grace,
I would come to know
what it means to be—
a child in love
with the Divine.

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