princesa Najma
Princess Najma
They call her Najma and she smiles at the starry sky.
The stars dance with her.
The flowers smile at her passage, and God kisses her on the forehead.
There is a song that only she sings and its meaning brings light to those who cry with helpless affection and food to those who suffer from nameless sorrows.
In the palace gardens, Najma is the queen, the one who has honey on her lips; sweet are her words that speak of goodness and worlds full of truths like temples.
Najma is that dream described by the poet and painted with his colors by the painter. Najma is the comet that cuts through the air flying high beside God.
© michel genève