Zeliha sang to us tonight,
I listened to what I heard,
“I’m not interested in your ears
But I’ll sing to your heart
with scented words…
…Your eyes are the sea
but your heart is my harbor.
This song is my ship,
its lyrics, my sails
Allah is the wind
Wherever there’s music.
listen
and I’ll meet you there.”
This benevolent singing bandit
has completely stolen me;
she drags me to edge of the Beloved’s fire
Blows the flames ’til my ears are seared,
Then dowses me in an ocean
of music and tears.
Love and longing,
dance away together
steal this unguarded poem
before the owner returns,
hurry,
snip this ode from its earthly tether.
