Hajj (Pilgrimage)

Like twinkling stars, the hearts always blink, I have seen their writes, on the skies they ink, The moon reads so many love letters in a dark night He selects a Venus, too close, beautiful and bright, And then a dusk when sky is lonely and aurora is pink, The Venus welcomes a crescent with a red drink. Oh Love! The life has passed searching where you are? How lazy you are sweetheart, in proving sincere you are! Still fourteen days, though fourteen centuries I shrink, Oh God, the full moon I see but I still lack a link! To Muhammad all my rights of your love here I surrender In a shroud, a passport of belief, and standing as a beggar!