You asked me to write;
This lonely scribe;
If there was love to shout;
How should we write?
of the things already written,
in the Tablet of our Lord;
Who holds us by the forelock,
made our hearts unite;
souls merged in unison;
You asked me to write;
This solitary scribe;
If there were lovely words to compose;
How should we write?
of the things already known,
In the night skies written;
In the moon's reflection;
that our love blossoms
against odds,
we count not;
Besides, what do we care,
for a Majnun like thee?
What sin is there,
for a Layla like me?
How can love ever be found guilty?
when it dwells above the law;
a divine gift it is
from the One sole giver
O the throb of my heart,
Our love is meant to stay afloat
never shall it be submerged,
forever and ever celebrated;
Written for you
in this blessed Ramadan;
Joyous,
as is the glorious sun.
- E
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