I once saw a burning demon
Zooming across the night sky,
And I asked myself for what reason
Would the mighty angels kill such creature.
One angel appeared and said with a voice
More powerful than a million golden horns,
And more beautiful than a million harps
That this filthy jinn had been striving to
Eaves-drop upon the pearly gates of heaven
To learn secrets of the divine and holy.
Now whenever I gaze skywards and
See millions of illuminating consolations
Surrounded by a thick bedding of darkness,
I smile to myself for knowing that out there
Angels are watching over heaven,