If you be Nemesis
Gift me immolation
On this day of celebration,
Burn my world
But take not away
Your endearing smile
For one can live with many sorrows
But not without any joy;
The alpenglow of your lambent smile
Is but one felicity
That world’s niggardly bosom
Has ever let me imbibe
All that the Pierian Spring would offer
All the accumulation
In my temporal coffer;
For you perhaps,
Just two spread petals of rose;
For the heart that lives on the sight,
All the joy that world bestows
(Written on Eid 12 February 2003)