O Nasim!
gentle breeze of the Merciful
delight to eye and mind
beauteous form of intellect
a sharp arrow
flying through the fields of hearts…
You’ve trapped me.
I think of you often now.
When will I feel your breezes again
to lift this building heat
O Nasim?
gentle breeze of the Merciful
delight to eye and mind
beauteous form of intellect
a sharp arrow
flying through the fields of hearts…
You’ve trapped me.
I think of you often now.
When will I feel your breezes again
to lift this building heat
O Nasim?