Poetry about the search for our master and creator, Allah.
Earnestly asking of your whereabouts,
Only I found that in my heart did you lie,
An intrinsic part of me that can never depart,
You are my pulsing heart, which without I die,
An everlasting spring of knowledge, so pure,
An oft-giving fountain that never goes dry,
A pure glittering reservoir, a source forever secure,
A glistening gem that glitters in an admirer's eye,
A prescribed medicine to my ailing heart, a cure,
A clear reflection of truth, a mirror that cannot lie,
Like the certainty of dawn, a universal truth, of which I'm so sure.