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My Work - PoetryIlluminations in a Valley without VegetationWe have come to YouRepeating: "Here we are, at Your service .. here we are .. here we are" With longing carrying us on wings: A longing to You And a longing for Your forgiveness. We have come to You from all corners of the earth We have come with an eye on the joys of life But with both eyes on the bounties of the second life O Lord! Bestow forgiveness upon us .. * * * * * * We have come to You from near and far, Answering Your call, Chanting the praise of Your glory Until our chanting fills the sky. Walking on land kissed by the feet of prophets. We have come to You disheveled in our simple attire, With no adornments and no sewn dresses. We have come devoid of pride. We have come with our longing and hopes, With our overflowing prayers. We have come with all these crowds, all these millions, With streams of tears, Calling You between reverence and praise. And You are the all-seeing and all-hearing. We have come with eager steps from all directions To Mount Arafat Floating on wings of words of praise for you. We have come with our love and longing To cast off the burden of our years into your valley So Lord accept our repentance and do forgive. * * * * * * * When I stepped into your glorious Grand Mosque And saw the splendor of your Holy Kaba I felt a surge of longing in my chest swelling And felt delight .. delight .. I was drowned in happiness. I tried to reach the Black Stone But human waves of Your loving disciples swept me, And forced me to give up. So I flew to it with my soul and kissed it like the morning light And my heart flew to the Moltazem And when my heart clung to the cover of your Holy Kaba I felt I was granted a dream .. That Your eyes were guarding over me. When I drank Zamzam water to my heart's fullfillment I felt I was completely cleansed And that my heart, which had been parched by sins Was flowering within my ribs like a rose crowned by morning dew Diffusing the fragrance of roses. I was swept by the great moment The tears running down my cheeks. Makkah, 1984 |
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