Princess Najma

They call her Najma, and she smiles at the starry sky.

The stars dance with her.

The flowers smile as she passes by, and God kisses her forehead.

There is a song only she sings, and its meaning brings light to those who weep for abandoned love and nourishment 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 kindness and worlds full of truths like temples.

Najma is that dream the poet described and the painter captured with his colors. Najma is the comet that soars through the skies, flying high beside God.