Farewell, my love!
With a voice tremulous, aching, I send you this parting note.
In dawn's first light or evening's final hue, seek not my shadow on the unyielding hill.
If the ancient trees sway with the cries of wild birds,
Know that my grief-laden heart has grown too vast to contain.
Farewell, my love!
Though birds soar high and sing their songs in the sky,
And swans glide pure over waters clear and still,
Though fireflies flicker in solitude at dusk,
A caged bird can only beat its wings in vain,
And the firefly's glow dims in sunlight's reign.
Thus, I free you now, in my mind and soul,
With a boundless release, granting you your whole.
Farewell, my love!
Like the mist-hidden morning seeking the sun's warm embrace,
Like the pied crested cuckoo, awaiting the monsoon's grace—
So does the essence of my spirit stir again and again,
In the bond we shared, a cherished, sacred refrain,
Preserved in deepest silence.
Farewell, my love!
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Ink-Stained Affection
PoesiaDive into a realm of heartfelt poetry where love, longing, and faith intertwine. Each poem captures the beauty of Muslim love stories, weaving emotions of hope, loss, and devotion into verses that touch the soul. Perfect for those who cherish deep c...
