You are the silent music,
Spread on night’s ink-blue veil.
From the crimson fading dusk,
I begin to gather steadily,
Your gaze: pointing down to us,
Gold and silver glittering lights.
You shine so bright!
You shine so bright!

 

Oh! Heaven-filled twinkling bulbs,
Whose victory-images are you?
Where do you come from?
Where do you vanish,
And then, in open arms – reappear?

 

Within a dream,
You are a dream –
But not in vain!
Your sparkling spirit runs,
Like an ocean in my heart.
I see you as:
One more everlasting marvel
Of His adoring sphere.

 

Shine, then, in shimmering blaze.
Oh! Stars!
You are sweet mysteries though!
You will remain a free canvas,
Of my Ardent Faith.

 

Dubai

22nd September 2009

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: An Indian Ode To The Emirates