The Secred Strand Poem by Shuaib Saifi

A young man's life is empty, dark, and bleak,
Without a hand to hold and share his life;
He longs to find a partner, a wife,
A hidden pearl his lonely heart doth seek.

What is a man to her? Let my soul speak:
For neither was meant to bear alone such strife,
Where joy grows thin and never feels rife;
He is the thread her pearl was made to seek.

Apart, they wander through a lonely land,
If she is pearl, then he is faithful thread,
Not to own, but to hold her close and true.

At last they intertwine by Heaven's hand,
No longer two, but one bright strand instead —
A sacred law that makes the world anew.