The Fatima Tree

By: Spriglief

Oh Fatima,
The apple of your father’s eye,
Whose cool shade I now bade,
Hear my prayer, my supplication.

Everyone knows your fruit.
Let me be as fruitful,
Let me be as loved.

My roots need nourishment,
My soul is thirsty,
Send to me an Ali.

Give me your peaceful patience.
Give me a hen’s contentment.
I want a woman’s modesty.

Bring me into my season.
Let my nectar allure the bee,
The one you have for me.

Then let me bear for him,
With strong limbs,
Children!

Until I am know as you,
By my sweet and wonderful fruit,
Oh Fatima, the apple of your father’s eye,
Nourish me.