Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin Poems

You said that you love the rain,
But you stretch out your umbrella,
When it rains.
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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.
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You shot me on the heart, set me on fire,
The only rose of my fate, sweet musk-scented hair.

My enshrouding Sphere, you bestow abundantly,
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Light after darkness, gain after loss,
Strength after suffering, crown after cross,
Sweet after bitter, song after sigh,
Home after wandering, laudatories after cry.
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