A wanderer in search for the Palace of My Majesty

The Sun veils behind the night, like a bride in veil, from the illumination of the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The stars fall down, as moths yearning to kiss the radiating dome of the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The waves of zephyr, is but the dance of angels, chanting in His praise, at the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The sky curves low at the horizon, as to bow down, prostrating, to the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The sand as antimony for the merchants, who are the beggers at the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The creation is in oblivion of love, to have a glimpse of the heart-healing Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], Oh my Pen! write not the flame of my heart, for I still remain the sinning wanderer in search for the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam]!