A Collection of Poems

Bring flowers to strew His way, Yea, sing, make holiday; Bid young lambs leap, And earth laugh after sleep.

Go to that impenetrable realm That death himself trembles to look upon. There plays the fountain of love With swans sporting on its water...

Maybe He looked indeed much as Rembrandt envisioned Him in those small heads that seem in fact portraits of more than a model.

If my voice is not reaching you add to it the echo echo of ancient epics

With Adam I have mourned for Lilith flown; Yea, walked disconsolate in Paradise,

In gusting wind short-stemmed plants shudder and tremble yet no one pays attention.

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for... Many of them I have realised... yet I yearn for more...

A young Levite among priests, He remained long on morning watch. Jewish night grew thick around him, The ruined temple was solemnly being...

Today my mother and sisters came to see me.

If you are seeking Allah, Then keep clear of religious formalities. Those who have seen Allah Are away from all religions! Those who do ...