For love, eternal as the fates declare,
Shall find its path, as sure as rivers run,
And in the shadow of thy beauty rare,
We learn that life and love are but as one.

O’ sacred dew, whose essence veils the skies,
Within thee, worlds unseen in silence rise.
A single drop, and vast oceans unfold,
Thou art the charm that draws all hearts, untold.

O’ divine glance, where stars are born and die,
Thy gaze, a flame that paints the endless sky.
In thy reflection, blooms the garden’s grace,
Where spring’s pure whispers echo Heaven’s face.

O’ boundless generosity, thou art,
The fragrance of the soul, the breath of heart.
Thy love, a river flowing through the spheres,
A perfect sign, untouched by mortal fears.

O’ wondrous grace, thy gaze, my soul does crave,
A shadow in thy flame, a soul to save.
A cup, unfilled, yet waiting for thy trance,
In thy eternal light, I lose my stance.

A humble soul, enwreathed in Jamil's name,
I stand before thee, lost in love’s pure flame.

I exist in the abysmal state of solitude, where I, whose existence survives in profound literary pieces, could fall short of mere words penetrated—cast against me. Where would I be if I can't find the right words to say?

In front of me is a sweet orange juice menacingly teasing me with its dazzling pumpkin hue. Beside it is the apple pie I swore my life I would never put in my mouth. Yet, the sun glistened brighter when I gently put my fork down and absurdly ate it with my eyes closed.

The sadness that lingers deep within enthralls me more, as I swiftly swallow and digest it without tasting all its flavors—just so I can return to reality. I try to keep it all together, even as my spirit is crushed by the thoughts that seep in, nipping at the edges of my soul—through the cracked window of my vision, and the half-drunk orange juice. These thoughts keep coming in, like an intense downpour after a shower. I have tried to write this simply, yet I could never find the right words to say.

I could never forgive myself.

Thy lips, they call to the wilds unknown,  
A blend of virtue and desire sown.  
In sweetness deep, I wander, lost, astray,  
Thy lips, my love, are the haven where I stay.

In this realm, joy ascends on high,
Like the falcon’s wings that pierce the sky,
Rivers of light, in torrents flow,
Through the heart's chambers, where secrets grow.

As wine, its essence floods the soul,
Awakening powers that make us whole,
A fire unchained, wild and free,
Where thoughts are woven in destiny.

Desires take flight like the nightingales' song,
Whispers of kings from eras long gone,
The world unfolds in its splendour, vast,
A dance of colours, unsurpassed.

In this blaze, I am reborn anew,
A child of the stars, the heavens' dew,
With each heartbeat, the universe spins,
Under the gaze of the eternal sun that wins.

Joy surges forth, like the ocean’s roar,
Imagination endless, forevermore,
As wine, it fills the veins of man,
I am the flame, the eternal plan.

she brings the rain, soft and slow,  
a hush of silver, a gentle glow.  
yes, i care for springtime bright,  
but care for nothing in her light.  

she brings the rain, the world turns grey,  
yet melts the clouds, she clears the way.  
in dawn’s embrace, so cool, so wide,  
she brings the rain, i stand inside.