If you have the blessing
Of a nightingale flying
Into your house
And making your home
Its own abode,
You will be graced
With heavenly music.
And when heavenly music
Is being sung, the very cosmos
reins to listen for awhile,
Bringing the universe
Into your house.
But if by your carelessness
You set your home on fire,
You do not let the nightingale
Lie trapped, hoping that it
Would sing and call the rain.
No, you must save the nightingale instead
And leave your home.
For now that you have
The mightiest singer,
And now that you are
Named in a poem,
Wherever the nightingale sings,
There shall always be your home.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
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