How could I be
Not selfish
As Meem burned
In my heart’s niche

How could I be
Not proud
As I cherished
Heaven’s Beloved

How could I be
Not possessive
As I held dear
The Love-Hive

I felt like a king
Nay, even higher
As I stood close to
The Hero of Worlds Twin

Praise be to
The Most Generous
A loathsome sinner
Granted this chance

To bathe in gold
To juggle with gems
To inhale the air
Dancing around Meem

My soul shall aspire
For nothing more-
Not even Paradise
Beyond this ‘Garden’