I looked and looked
And yet my heart yearned more
Looking for pleasure greater than before
So many faces, so little time
How my heart races, to make each one mine.
Each day my eye feasts anew
As I drink deep the lustful wine.
Wherstwile inside soul and sinew
Do wither with passing time.
Burned by guilt, consumed by shame
Before Him I must present my name
And a heart that loved another
Causeth the very Earth to shudder
And I name myself His lover?

– Shaykh Omar Hussaini