Unadorned

Regardless of the cries of priests and sages
I strove to give my bleeding soul her wages;
  And each embrace or memory of one
Is worth to me the treasures of the ages,
Is worth to me the treasures of the ages.

Each shadow of a kiss or fond embrace
Down in the depth of solitude I trace;
  And in the corners of my darkest den
The fallen gods of pleasure find a place,
The fallen gods of pleasure find a place.

And though knee-deep I find myself in hell,
And though the flames around my cheeks should swell,
  I shall not loose my grip on Allah’s throne,
I shall not fall alone, I know full well,
I shall not fall alone, I know full well.