Letters To My Beloved

My artist’s brush

Is moved to paint

Images on the canvas

Of my mind

Two fragrances of paradise

Riding on your back

A longer prostration

You made

When he was a child

The Martyr of Karbala

In an over-sized robe

Swept up in your arms

Though you were

On the minbar

A necklace, and a gold ring

For Umamah

The apple of your eye

Boundless love

Unmatched in

Beauty and Praise!

And now billions of hearts

Are moved 

By the recollection of

Images on the canvas 

Of their minds

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