Saturday, September 6, 2008

Answer to poem of 1926

O, purest heart e'er born,
Selfless and blameless,
May Allah's crown adorn
Thy head, most gracious.

Yes, we have suffered much,
but with love's sweet joy,
And soon with Allah's clutch,
All grief we'll destroy.

Life's difficult pilgrimage
Was play, with Thou near,
But now, strength and courage,
From me, disappear.

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