Aduring the early autumn sun dragged on the niche of the cloud
the Green dome pierced the sky and birds flying free
vote nay fanned by souls who thirst meringkusku out of stock
gust dust instantly wean my body became very frail
seonggok skull on a pilgrimage to a huge page
someone who wudhunya left behind at each station; karcisnya
stored for a return ticket; the route of his journey drawn on
diagram of the hustle of the market; Thanks for every lonely prayer
threatening; his dipipih pleasure world
I came as a grain of dust stuck in a rut of charm
This frail body dekaplah, Maulana! Wash be thirst
tempalah be clever the tireless ceasing fire
remukkanlah be a compromise hosts Kingdom
tutuslah being a servant who forgot the way home and
stray to the path of light that bathe in love with him
I stepped across the darwish, people who
shed a wound for love. Dhikr and prayer of thanks
timeless music kemesraan swiped by conscience
gushing toward a flower garden lovers
When the sound is silence and the color is the unification of
the farther left you, Maulana, I like
a baby learning to crawl again. Want to suckle
light-the light berkilatan in istinamamu. Until
I forgot that death is the bridal night sky
the most perfect!
