I swear upon her scent, as roses give allegiance that no fragrance touched the prophet but her presence. I swear upon the echoes of her last voiceless nights that I am her servant and the anchor of her light.
I swear upon each crushed rib of this sacred flower
Humiliated, torn from her root, broken so sour
I swear upon each tear that fell from her holy cheek
And curse upon the cursed and their evil clique
I swear upon her unborn, as I give birth to this rhyme
An unborn, sinless, his presence his only crime
I swear upon her scent, as roses give allegiance
That no fragrance touched the prophet but her presence
I swear upon the echoes of her last voiceless nights
That I am her servant and the anchor of her light
