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.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
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.
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