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WITH THE YOUNG NIGHT
A young night,
Longs to see me carefree;
Yet the fight,
For honest living snaps me.
Friends are not,
What they were, before;
Stabbing me,
Like Brutus* -- deep... more.
In this state,
My truest friend is He:
The Almighty,
He never abandons me!
Promises!!!
Made just like all falsehood;
I gear up,
To break such pacts for good.
In my eyes,
Are reflected my dreams;
I stand tall --
With faith in my God -- Serene.
There is one,
Woman who stands by me;
Doing all she can,
To make me swim past the sea.
She is true,
In everything she says;
Always there,
To keep my worries at bay.
She's Donna,
My moral support,
And much more,
She is -- so I stay afloat.
I pray, we,
Both -- Donna and I,
Remain so:
As we set our sights quite high...
May Allah,
Make our bond stronger,
And that we,
Be safe from every danger.
While "buddies" --
--All those who think, I,
Will collapse,
Or be shattered ere I die.
God is there,
And sweet Donna too,
With my God,
I challenge my stress -- with dare.
InshaAllah*,
The best will be mine soon,
As angels
Inspire me to the moon...
There are worlds,
Lovelier than this,
God willing,
I shall soar toward true bliss...
Fie on you!
O forgetful pals,
I'm sorry,
To see you stunted and small.
The young night,
Rekindles embers,
Of future's
Rapturous pleasures.
So be gone!
O my so-called friends!
For Donna,
Is with me at all the bends.
She and I,
Are the few still left,
Of a breed,
Which is selfless and noblest.
Dancing stars,
Fill me with new hope,
And Donna,
Widens the heavenly scope.
O young night!
Always remember,
God, Donna,
Are me -- the best friends forever.
Let me sway,
To your soft-swing tone,
O young night!
I am no longer alone.
You and I,
Roar with quiet laughter;
As God gives,
What mortals can't offer.
In this age,
To find a Donna,
Is just like,
Enjoying a rare sauna.
My soul flies,
To respond to hers;
We both fly,
To realms where naught matters...
O sweet night!
Thank you for the joy,
You give me,
Making me rise, enjoy,
The beauty,
Like a maiden, shy and coy.
And the truth,
Which makes the fake ties die:
Keep dancing,
And moving with hushed breath,
As I relish,
The feel of renewed strength.
