Being scorned and despised doesn’t move her to unveil.
Displaying of beauty adorned with gold and ornament,
Instills her love for her Rabb.
Afflicted with hardships that cost her all,
Brings her more closer to her Lord.

Like the crescent moon about to set is her coolness.
Her beauty surpasses the white peacocks’.
Stunning big eyeballs that beckons perfection,
Gold tanned skin that speaks greatness.
Yet! She remains behind the veil.

Flimflammed not by chattels of deceptions of Dunya,
Her heart hurls for the beauty of Akhira.
Jannah, she tries her darnedest to attain.
Jannah, Oh Jannah is all she dreams.
Loved by her Lord, her heart yearns.

“On that last day, will she be pleased to meet her Maker?”
Her thoughts and actions enshroud.
Jannah! Oh Jannah, a home for the pure.
A haven blessed with no flaw but glitters.
Her heart, soul and body is obssessed with!