Happy Valentine's Day, Maty Bombay

I never did deserve to see thee smile
In morning light that filter'd through the pane
And stripped away the shadows of my guile;
Well, ev'ry searing pleasure brings its pain;

For stripped, am I, of all before thy face,
Abash'd before thy strange humility;
(Americans know little of this grace,
Imagining a false gentility;)

Thy honor razed the fortress of my pride;
My throne is broken 'neath thy gentle hand;
My petty merits shattered, cast aside:
Thy humble virtues melt my castle sands;

Allah be praised: His daughter is my wife!
I'll never know another for my life.