To you A'isha my angel
My fair precious of endless love
Princess of my real life fantasy
You symbolise the epitome of womanhood
Glamorous, gorgeous, graceful
Instant like a gazelle
Oh, how I adore your lovely stem
Exquisite is the elegance of your form
Your dazzling eyes speak volumes to me
You are the beauty of a flower
That sends fragrance of roses
Across the vast ocean
To the inner sector of my being
You pour through my heart
Like still waters flowing down a fall
Nature smirks to the melody of surf
Not a day passes
Without my longing for you
Neither a night but I hold your dreams
Dig your heart and let me lie
Since I've given from my heart
Tenderness which alone I have
Let you now adduce
The reciprocal affection
I ought to enjoy
My angel, oh A'isha my love
I nurse for the day
When the blessed warmth of your arms
Shall be made the necklace
Of my life.
Abba Ibrahim
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 20 Sep 1993, p. 35. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived page.