Milk of Jupiter

Wild beasts and jinns from the deserts and mountains up high

All come running towards me, herds and packs upon tribes

Each placing their necks on the frame of my harp

We attain mastery over the harmony of sweetness

One by one they lost their senses clean to sleep

Hungry wolves did not bother to offend sheep

Rapacious lions lost their desire for fresh meat

Falling dead as if bathed by meteor showers in repeat

Jupiter’s brilliance poured forth it’s milk

Able to distinguish between felt and silk

I added another salutation

The earlier melody was want to be changed

God added another modulation

From death recovering their senses rearranged

Playing notes of fate’s dictation

The creation roared with excitement deranged

Can you recall to mind such a wonderful occurrence?

It’s from الله