July 6, 2016 – 5:45 pm – San Francisco, CA
Mercy on me,
My Lord for these deeds,
Mercy take now, as today I will bleed –
And to myself I shall cause,
The blue that will spill,
Because no room for fire,
I will leave no substance for me to breathe.
Shall You be thee?
Because twice I have thought so,
That my deeds shan’t be seen,
By none other than You – if only You could breathe.
For none of You, I have believed,
But my mother promised me I would see, as some brethren
Of no sake to hearten.
And as I prayed the arrival of a blushing steam,
As I begged for you to undo the sins in my seams,
You promised me a feeble babe –
But something of his stature stood me so weak,
So frail as stood he,
Some brethren I thought he,
But none shall presume lies
Whether I tell his love I have touched,
Or my heart has he,
Let me be gay,
Let me laugh to mine own alacrity –
And to that I may, again, as my entire life, bleed;
But now I shall be reddened dearest Lord;
Shukran, ya Karim.