Sunday, July 16, 2006

Poem of The Cloak

Is it because of your remembrance of the neighbours of Dhi-salam.
That tears mixed with blood are flowing (from your eyes).
Or is it because of the breeze blowing from Kaazimah.
Or it is the lightning struck in the darkness of the night Idam
What has happened to your eyes, (the more) you tell them to stop, the more they continue flowing.

What is the matter with your heart, (the more) you tell it to come to its senses, (the more it is distracted).
Does the lover think that his love can be concealed.
While his eyes are shedding tears and his heart is glowing.
Had it not been for the love, you would not have shed tears at the ruins (of your beloved).
Nor would you become restless at the remembrance of the cypress (tree) the high mountain.
How do you deny love after the testimony.
Borne against you by (such) reliable witnesses as your yours and your illness.
Love has ingrained two lines of fear, and withered your face.
On your cheeks like yellow rose and the reddish tree.
Yes! Thoughts of the beloved came to me at night and kept me awake.
And love transforms pleasure into pain.
you who reproach me, regarding my love, excuse me.
From me to you if you do justice, you would not reproach me.
My state (of love) has been expressed to you, (now) my secret is no longer concealed.

From those who malign (me), nor is there (something to) check my agony.
You have sincerely advised me , I did not heed it.
For verily a lover is deaf to those who advise him.
I regarded with suspicion the advice of the elders in reproaching me.
(Wisdom) in the advice of the elders is above suspicion.

Imam Busairi
ok..this poem is not is the qasidah imam Busairi..nice a great story behind..u wanna noe the story?find out urself..hehe..ok my results...and it sucks big time i tell u....big time..anywae...this is the first yeah...just take it as a learning curve..hope to score of my mid-course..

Al-fatihah to Almarhum Syed Ahmad Semait who passed away in his destination to Kuala Lumpur on 15/7. May Allah bless him, and place him in paradise.

On a lighter note, i am in this pidato shit, a kind of malay language oratorical contest...ashraf and fatimah is in too..evg makes great speakers...

this have been lingering in my mind nowadaes...and soon...i will craft it into a poem..people who momentarily forget that others have feelings...i see it thru witness and experience, hears it thru ink and wait for that poem in my next entry..aight...

school is totally tiring...i'm usually fatigued by the time its friday afternoon...after prayers...i just wanna have some rest...take it slow and steady...catch up on more important things in life...unfortunately in SG, education is one of them..

till here i shall spit...take care and have a good week ahead..

I'm outta here..

Respect till infinity


She's Prime.

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