Thoughts After Heart Sickend Poem by Ahmed Balami

If thou would see the airy night,
Of the mystery hidden in my souring heart,

If thou would know the throne in my slowed heart and sitting on is oh who,

If thou would listen to the birds chanting oh what name?
The skylight shining oh what soul,

The garden greening oh what beauty,

Inward a land in my weary heart,

Thee would have stay a nights and days for love enough to the ultimate time,

Before mine was to be a love sick,