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TO MY TRUEST OF LOVES
At the foothills of the Margalla Hills
On a calm and inspiring April evening
I watch the peaceful crescent sighing
At me and my desperate longing.
After decades love again smiles
At me with a welcoming embrace
After punishing combats with dark nights
I find my heart and soul winning.
She is my fairest and my sweetest
In heart, mind, body and soul
In the years I have lived here
She is indeed the best of the best.
What praise can I lavish on her
She has done what no one could
Raising me from a sucking quicksand
She has become my entire good.
Hearts like me only live on love
And if true love really comes our way
To save us from our own starvation
God's best flower blossoms our day.
So be it, my truest lady love she is
My heart's sweet repose, my perfect bliss
Let Hira kneel and let Ishtar bless
Her loving palms with their blessed kiss.
