Ya Rahman!
May my life be taken,
Not once, but many times;
Though hardly worthy
To witness Meem’s beauty.
Ya Rahman!
Are You not the Most Kind,
The voice and sight
Of the dumb and the blind?
Why then conceal Your Beloved
From his lovers—eager and desperate?
Their hearts burn in his love-coal
For a glance of their eyes’ kohl.
Ya Rahman!
Excuse my heretic lines;
Exhausted am I in love-praise.
Expel me not from the faith-tribe.
Oct 16, 2025 | Rabi al-Thani 24, 1447