Fragrance Is One
Islam’s rose has many petals
but the fragrance is one,
yet the sweet gift of my heart is many.
He has planted the White Lily
whose bloom has been spent, but
Islam’s rose has many petals.
O Your thorns pierce me Lord
as the rose begins to bloom,
but the fragrance is one.
He gave me a gift of His many flowered bouquet
and the fragrance was love,
yet the sweet gift of my heart is many.
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