A Love Poem
I remembered you when my enemy's knife tried to bath itself in my blood.
I wished to kiss the weapon,
The shining blade reminded me of the light from your eyes.
You veil yourself from me,
Yet your beauty is condensed through what little you show.
Gold and diamonds are buried deep in the earth,
Pearls wait at the bottom of the ocean.
The roses of the Sultan's garden are safe behind fortress walls.
The unworthy may not hold them.
Yet what glimpses and evidence we see Inspire us to boldness.
Daring to sit upon a king's throne:
What queen would accept less?
Lost in red, petals soft and comforting against your cheek.
Aroma beloved by kings and beggars,
Prophets and Hazrai alike,
Insinuates itself within you.
Bathed in a moment of peace;
Evidence a Great Promise.
If only the tears of the rose were enough to wash away the pains and trials of the dunyah,,,
But it is enough, always enough.
The cup is raised.
Scent of Wine overshadows the chains of the world.
I drink liquid rubies of light,
Red hyacinthine lips mirrored upon the stained glass of this Cup.
One drop, and my thirst is quenched forever.
One drink, and the whole universe and everything in it can never again satisfy my needs.
Oh Allah!
Thou made me, and Thou wounded me!
Am I condemned to wait, suffocating in this desert of shadows?
Am I doomed to wander the wastes of these city streets, crying the Name of my Lover,
While the light of pitiless stars insults my pain?
My sadness and longing proves that the rose can be pricked by its own thorn.