A poem exploring the overpowering love of Medina, igniting passion and zeal, freeing the soul from its burdens.
Hey lovers!
Ask me not what Medina’s love
Does to your heart:
It conquers your strength,
Setting fire to every hair.
Your veins surge with zeal,
Liberating the burden of the soul.
There may be many others
Who your love deserves—
Medina’s desire, but,
Is of another kind:
It enters your soul;
Life’s joy you shall find!
It is like a comforting wind
From the rivers of paradise.
Nay, I said it wrong!
Those rivers are
Themselves in ecstasy.
Medina is for
All worlds His Mercy!
This temporal world
And the hereafter;
Medina is the real prize
What lovers are after!
Ya Rabb!
At times, I utter words
Which cross the limits;
Yet, give me some excuse
To continue my poetic exercise.
The tyrants across the lands
Commit murderous deeds.
Women and children die—
As rotten leaves, their bodies lie.
For the sake of earth’s crude wealth,
The able and weak both remain silent;
No one cares damn about this excess,
Their wealth is all that matters.
Therefore,
Take me not into account
On these crazy lines’ ground.
For love’s sake,
Forgive this little sin.
For love’s sake,
Forgive me once again.
For love’s sake,
Till I die, may
I write again!
Nov 06 2006. Edit May 2024
