Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin
Roses Of Medina
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,