To Abdurhaman And Sakeena On Thier Happy Wedding Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

MY SON
Now you are a married couple, my son
All your dreams have come true
Your wife, like moon
In her full bloom
And you are her sun my son
Both happy and full with fun

Exploring the pleasure of marriage
Filled with rashness, full with courage
You will see how beautiful your wife is
And since you are enjoying the lovely moments,
Everything will seem at ease
She will be happy to please,
To please only you
And the same you will have to do

Then together
You will go to measure
The secret treasure
Of marriage pleasure
This is natural my son
As all new couples should run
With great fun
To tear the pleasures of life
Grasping every moment
To happiness you will to strive
Together with your wife

You need to be her only man
Then she will be your faithful mistress
Then you will sit down and think
Where to build your home
Where to stay or where to roam
And which way you should take
When to sleep and when to wake
Then about children you will talk

You will dispute about the names of the boy
And the names of the girl as well
Then it would be your favourtie tale
As to which school they would need to go

You will sit down to think of your future plan
Full with dreams for a long long life span
And I am sure my son
You will attain all your goals
As you are both wise and smart
To play your roles
Of husband and wife
To lead a peaceful life

But my son life is not that easy
And not that always fine
As - sometimes -you may need to pine
It is not always that bright
So you will need to fight

Sakeena is a fine lady that I really know
She is beautiful, smart and daring too
She will be your right hand
For that - I am sure - she is capable to

So together you will need to go
Hand in hand
Over thorny hills
In the rough seas
On the moving sand
Or down across the land

You will walk the long errand of life
So take care of your wife
Be her faithful husband
Be her loving mother
Be her caring father
Be her dearest sister
Be her nearest brother
Be all her family
Let her dwell in your heart
Be the hero
Then be her loving hart

And then together you go to strive
Through the iron gates of life*

It is every moment that you need to enjoy
To build a kingdom of love and joy
So be her little boy
Be her toy
Be her soul
Then she will all
Be your lovely doll

* For Andrew Marvell (1621-1678) , in (His Coy Mistress)