Saada

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Saada

Long hast thou suffered, sister of my heart,

Still thou art

Fair to see;

Thy pains thou entertainest with thy song,

But how long

Will this be?

The seasons all have come and gone, my dear,

But thy cheer

Still abides.

I ask which of thy moan or song is best

And thou sayst:

“God decides.”

I feel the ebbing of the undertone

Of thy moan

In thy song;

How long will tears and irony compete

For thee, Sweet,

O, how long?

When wilt thou, Baby dear, with nimble feet,

Run to greet

Me at the door?

When wilt thou, Saada, walk again with me

Near the sea,

As before?

O sister, how I wish to see thee run,

In the sun,

On the sands!

The singing breakers and the smiling beach

To thee reach

Out their hands.

The light of day is longing for thy face

And the grace

Of thy form;

O how I wish to see thee, Noor-ul-Ain

Caught again

In the storm!