1. For love of you I turn and draw near
I profess my passion, my longing so dear

2. My soul I direct towards virtue and light
A blossom it grows in your love and your sight

3. I come in a daze, my bag overflows
With musk from my visions that ebb and that flow

4. The false brilliance of flesh now subdued
In your essence I dwell, by your grace I’m imbued

5. I thought I was heading towards Heaven's own moon
But found I was heading to one so much more boon

6. Revelation comes to me, a prophecy of old
Your love warms my shivering soul, shields from the cold

7. I've closed off my wandering ways for now
A siege of goodness descends, joy lights my brow

8. To your home in this poem I enter and serve
With eloquence moving, others only unnerve

9. History's womb nourishes this passion within
The cord of my youth no worldly blade can sever

10. My lineage repeats you again and again
Like the soul, love cannot be repeated or feigned

11. O tale of the apple, who tells it the best?
Among the eternal: its nectar, its zest

12. You carry as Khadija in the pain of birth pangs
Shouting out stars, the galaxy now hangs

13. The veil lifts to reveal the fullness of scope
And Kauthar springs forth from heaven's slope

14. Life’s hand salutes you, the seasons now thrive
In its grasp time yellows, greens come alive

15. I'll cense this birth, within me burns longing
The trees in my ribs are all pine and are songing

16. For you I have waited as Muhammad had found
In you I rejoice as for you Haydar was bound

17. My feelings I offer to you as a gift
If poets don't feel it, their words tend to drift

18. Between my fingers, these words form a wreath
A rose in the book of spring newly bequeathed

19. Among love's miracles—a rose is born
From a word, and the garden bursts into morn

20. The butterfly—a rainbow-hued notion
Flowing from eloquence, fluttering with motion

21. In all things existing, love is the puzzle
Like God's own enigma, it shan't be unmuzzled

22. O grain that has burst into stalks 'cross
Humanity's palms, sprouting, amassing

23. The cry of starvation still screams in your ears
Though your wheel keeps on turning through the years

24. In your hearth the bread still rises anew
We eat and we live by the work of your hands

25. Be it loaf of wheat, deep brown and true
Or loaf of passion, crimson—we stand

26. The whispers of prayer on the lip of the pure
The soul in its litanies tending its cure

27. If truly: “O, Fatima!”—the cosmos replied
Green brilliance shone forth from all corners and sides

28. “Fatima” there and “Fatima” here
Turn where I may—your name appears

29. A name the universe gathers within
As if the galaxy sails on its sound

30. The bliss of all names if they could delight
The extract of all names if they could unite