O my beloved, rare woman,
I can feel how you must be feeling...
But know this, I am bound by chains,
And fetters that resist anything,
Watch the half-shining moon and see,
When it hovers with my message for you,
Listen to its soft whispers:
You 'll hear how your man loves you.
I am yours, believe me, O my woman,
Even though now I am a pilgrim,
But, I love you, as it's my God, most high,
Who has made love for us pure and true.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on May 12, 2011. All copyrights owned by the author.