‘The people of the world are like travellers who are being carried while they are asleep.’ (Imam Ali (A))
Darkness fades
Dimmed by glowing shades
Azure tinged with lilac hues
Light and fire radiating the blues
Dawn’s soft blush
Deepens into a crimson flush
Kissed by light’s gold
Morn’s reticent rose
Bursts into resplendent marigold
Effusion of colour and light
Radiating awe, delight
Glorifying divine grace
In silent hymns of reverent praise
Amidst lilting melody
Ode to perfect divinity
Birds in song, wings in flight
Aspiring towards His pleasure,
Soaring towards His Light
Below, the oak is still
Affixed by His glory and will
As He bids and beckons,
Its branches bend, leaves descend
Nature awakens every morn
To radiate His light at dawn
To reflect and realise
Will and purpose divine
O Self! How many dawns pass and fade
Whilst you slumber away!
Unstirred by dawn’s recurring call:
‘O Man! Emerge from sin’s obscurity…
Embrace divine light and purity!’
Fatema Valji
