strings of my poetry,
with the warmth of this inviting locale;
lies dressed in a drape gifted by heaven.
I run my
mind in circles,
eyes gazing at the land ahead of me;
nectarous scent envelops this soil!
charisma keeps these hundred hearts at awe!
the land of a thousand sighs.
trembling feet, and a single plea...
early sun of this pure land,
retire back, only today.
walk around this path, in longing of beloved.
radiance cast its light for me...
fear..., perhaps my vision lays too dark for my fortune
today, let me roam around this masjid-
let-go of my sigh. Let it find my beloved.”
reader of my poetry...,
not, for this is to me, my pilgrimage.
ask me why I encircle this masjid, or fall on my knees,
out “Where are you O generous son of Ahmed”
the hidden expressions of the heart,
concealed for years.