Roses Of Medina Poem by Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin

Whenever I commemorate you, all else fades from my mind,
Your phantasm treads on the hills of my mind,
Although a mirage, it assuages my affliction.

I wish your love pervade each second of my life,
And I could soar like spirits and circumambulate your aurora,
And find some way to ooze into your heart.

I avow it is too late to attain your blissful presence,
My heart will ceaselessly be lamenting still,
Forever anticipating you with the freshest hopes.

As my heart flutters as a dove, hankering for you,
I beg you to grant me a plume of yours,
So that I could flag after you forever.

Oh Rose, that turns scorching desert into Eden,
Come and lapse flow into my soul with your enchanting rays of colours,
It is high time your smiles shone on the apples of my eyes.

Let me be a slave, in the quest for you,
Sprinkle embers on my soul, let me burn like furnace,
And be relieved from this rancorous dream elapsing without you.

I count the days I have been severed from you,
That coil about my soul like a gloomy dolor,
Let me see your face before the auspicious twilight unfolds.

Let me see my dusk turn into dawn at my last gasp,
And my heart filled with the newest colour of your horizon,
Lutes would be resounding then, and flutes would be heard.

Oh Muhammad Saw.................................................