So, Muxubbo,
my saving grace; Muxubbo,
my soul's self: wife
singular and spotless,
as of this morning our marriage is
thirty two years old
and counting...
Love that is sure and safe from error,
love that sits in the heart
and does not cease from
inner sensation, that beats
in the breast and fills each vessel.
As long as I'm alive
I'll keep love's flow constant,
you strife-stiller, supplier of my need.
At each and every sunrise,
every single dawn,
I supplicate, I beseech
for your soundness while time is told
and after may felicity
not slip past you in the pastures of Paradise:
may you be assigned to the Prophet's company,
that's my salaam of parting,