Doctor

I carry a dead soul within a living body

My face smiles, my eyes weep, my mouth speaks while my soul remains silent...

Days pass, nights fade, I sleep and wake again

My soul quietly waits to leave my body

How painful it is, these silent screams as my soul seeps into my body...

The soul wishes to depart, but the body has imprisoned it...

Even Lokman the physician could no longer find a cure

The cure lies with him, doctor, yet he is far away

I and my wretched heart search for him, wait for him

He is happy, he is joyful, he is unaware

My death warrant is in my hand, yet his lips hold the seal

Tell me now, doctor, when my soul weeps, does my body bleed?

My face smiles, yet does my soul not ache?

While you search for a cure for my incurable illness

Your gaze is my breath, your smile my medicine

Now my soul has reached its longing

It has ascended to the heavens, watching endless joy

My body lies cold and decaying beneath the earth

Its endless joy is witnessed from above, by his smile

This, doctor, is love

Even if its end is death, even if my body sinks into mud

My soul is with him in paradise...