Carry not my love with a sigh.
Let it not drag your steps, pull you from behind.
Weigh not your heart with guilt and regret;
Grieve not over the good and bad Allah set.
Let my love fall on your shoulders, light as a moonbeam;
Let it be a faintest blush of colour on the canvas of your dreams.
Let it be a breeze that ruffles your outstretched wings;
Let it echo every note you sing.
I shall remember your smile
As I count my miles.
I might stumble, even fall --
Pray for me but do no more.
For such is my love for you,
For it runs pure and true,
For there is One who
I love more than you.
When the passions of this world come to fade,
We shall meet in a far better place --
On a day when there is no shade but His Shade;
When through the Fount of Abundance the faithful wade.
When the Promise is delivered
When we are gathered among Believers
I shall search the eyes of Strangers
I shall come to you as a Stranger
And I shall love you far greater.