I shed tears every night, unseen,  
For dreams I’ve lost, for what has been.  
The silence speaks of wounds so deep,  
A restless soul that cannot sleep.  

Each tear that falls, a story untold,  
Of love, of pain, of days grown cold.  
I carry burdens no one can see,  
A heart that longs, yet cannot be free.  

I call to Allah in whispered tones,  
With trembling hands and aching bones.  
"Grant me strength," my prayer remains,  
"To endure this life, its countless pains."  

The night becomes my closest friend,  
A witness to the tears I send.  
Yet in the dark, a hope does shine,  
That His mercy will one day be mine.  

So I shed tears every night, sincere,  
For a brighter dawn to draw near.  
For peace, for love, for a tranquil heart,  
For a life where sorrows will depart.

Your face is like the rose in bloom,  
A radiant charm in every room.  
Its glow reflects a quiet light,  
A beauty soft, serene, and bright.  

Cover it with the veil so fine,  
A treasure rare, a gift divine.  
Let modesty guard this precious art,  
A jewel meant for the pure of heart.  

Each glance it draws, a silent prayer,  
A sign of blessings rich and fair.  
Protect its grace from fleeting gaze,  
And let it shine in rightful ways.  

Your face is like the rose, so pure,  
A creation crafted to endure.  
Wrap it gently, in modesty's care,  
And let its fragrance fill the air.