This is a poem I found on S. Mohammed's website. He wrote this poem, I wonder if he wrote this for P. Haya:
Swords of Beauty
Ease the ardour of my yearning, my lady
Reunite me with your vision
Erase the lines written by my tears
And with the ink of your kohled eye draw me
Oh, my life that sweetens my life
Oh, my hope for years remaining
Who gathered the winds for me and returned
The brightest years that slipped from my hands
Oh swords of beauty in eyes of oryx
You have so much – out of kindness give
The love from ever-sleepless eyes has faded
And my destiny, certain, this craving between us
Have mercy on the withered boughs
For love between lovers never dies
My love I proclaimed from peaks of highest mountains
Where, sadly, only echoes replied
With burning passion, only her name on my lips
Her I recall, and forget the existence of others
Heartbreaking my laments, yet neglected my grief
Though my words stir tears in the hardest hearts
Overwhelmed me, deep, bleeding wounds
Oh, oryx, from the pain of your wounds heal me
Leave me not with this fire – these regrets
Compassion and sympathy be yours – love is mine