Islamic
I am a morning bird, facing you at Fajr hovering in dreamlike winds around the petals of your blooming rose of your radiant heart light at Zuhr Sipping the sweet white nectar of your divine love I am nourished and sustained at Asr I am ablaze with whirling galaxies of undivided joy at Maghrib I am drunk and swooning as I bow to you oh luminous womb of your Great Heart to sip the rivers of milk and honey of your shining being at Eesha