No!
Not the so-called ulema,
But the bards of Muhammad
Are
My way to Medina.
No!
Not the so-called ulema,
But the bards of Muhammad
Are
My way to Medina.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
When a child is in the womb,
Nobody asks
Why is it there.
It simply has to be there,
In order to be.
For me,
Book is the womb
And I, the fetus,
Who lives on the ink
Of Mother Book.
Reading, you see,
Is a matter of being for me.
Mary! Mother of Jesus
I am your slave.
Hussain! Grandson of Muhammad
You are my master.