‘Habibi,’ she said. ‘We’re both cursed.
I am shackled by torns and hidden by silence. I’m alone and afraid; I do not know yet of myself and my purpose.
Leave me be, for I’ve no means yet to give.’
But the little bird knew that it was not true.
They had Love to give, even if they had nothing else.
‘Oh, my Lord!’ said the little bird. ‘If You’d let me sing for this Tulip, I’ll sing for You every dawn and every twilight. I’ll sing for you, and my beloved Tulip.’