In the young eyes of young Nour
A faded glow of a million suns
Escapes in the fades of couples and ones
And a hint of the moon, she extends a smile
For the hinting breeze omitting in occasion for one a while
And some moon; which glows
Upon subtle a light, I remain and all goes
Hunted by the howling cry of the lute
Suffocating the earthly smell of fresh fruit
Causeless we feed a song or hunger
And the moon merely reflects what is stronger
Dear God of Moon; Dear God of Sun
Why have I become and what have I done?
Arrogance search for a self
And so I define and delve
Reject, seek, object, seek
Deny which world could ever be at all weak
See, my age long before my years
I can see bitter cheers
My ego empty, of veil
However does not indulge in praise but cries a silent long wail
And so the lost escapes the it
Nodding in smiles and pretend wit
Collapsing strong on God's ground
Paralyzed the air by the adhan's might, and its sound
I escape me, to find in young Nour's solemn eyes
The only single truth, that with every life, all dies
Countries are none, people are none, all are none
Without the God is one!..
