ode to you…

Yaa Qalbi


You run away with such high hopes

Only to be met by a closed door

You seek the fulfillment of the present

Yet patience you do ignore


How do I contain this surge of anticipation?

Without the deep sorrow of regret

Close your eyes ya qalbi,

Protect yourself and forget


Forget the glimmering dunya

Just be calm and be patient

The promise of your Creator

Will soon absolve this torment


‘Don’t bother’ scolds the mind

‘Why not?’ the qalb does protest

‘You’ll get hurt yet again’

‘Then what can ease this tumultuous unrest?’