[زکریا فتاحی]

Away bitterness, keep my taste sweet
My mouthful of wine, never deplete
Unveil and disrobe my morning gown
***** come forth, and the dawn greet.
In the house of efforts there is no chance
He ceases not, my goals how can I meet?
In that wine, I find, my treasures lie
Seeing His face my soul will complete.
Not enough room in the seven skies
When He makes my garment his seat.
From His essence I am Lion-Heart
My sweet songs simply his roar repeat.
He said, "you are the harp in my grasp
I, your maker, play you to my beat."
I am your harp, and each vein is a string
Pluck my strings, this of Thee I entreat.
You are the sky and I am the earth
From Thy grace grows my barley and wheat.
Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 28, 1998