What a day, said the simple, what a night,
How well in ye of thine life?
And the tiny simple said, how well in ye?
The form to the core said the riddle,
What such work to such noble in thine reason,
How to ignore art thou, aw, look at the poverty,
Those are such a day, such a night, such daily!
But thee see that our Holy Creator is both Day Night,
How express is me that scripts the words of my mind,
Saying like, how much work to everything,
Like the sweats must come out of ourselves,
Then thee see me to words, the wording in apprehension.
©️ Ismael Mansoor