Into the chest of Thy chalice

Written in between omens and tides.

There is a Phoenix yearning to leap into realms unseen

With brazen flames of love fanning the wind that carries your name.

What do I tell thee of basic and boring things?

Bring me David’s slingshot, the next generation’s Solomonic rings.

Where is Gabriel, ah with those seventy wings?

Fly further..

We are the fruits of such golden seeds

From a zenith in the Heavens have we been sent—gifts from our forefathers’ deeds

Turning every torrent and torment into treasured sips , making myself gills and lungs both

For that wine which has touched your lips

I would take a chariot from the bottom of the ocean

Soar and plunge deep…

Into the chest of Thy chalice.

It’s from اللّٰه