She took his rough hand in hers,
Passionately embraced his soft gaze,
Then closed her enchanting eyes,
“A thorny path is awaiting you “,
The soothsayer whispered,
“With rubies it is studded.”
A diamond escaped her eyes .
To his lips he raised her trembling hand,
Kissed her palm, then reassuringly said:
“A wife’s satin touch can smoother the unevenness of life ,
And a mother’s passionate prayer can remove unyielding mountains.”
No charm can shield a soldier,
The wife in disguise ,tearfully continued,
Against the fatal clasp of fortune.
He was molded in his mother’s womb
And will end up in the earth’s womb.
So will all mortal souls.
Written by arabian roses