In the name of Allah,
The Beneficent, The Merciful
mapping the avenue to hours of
watching the clouds padded with
racing along me.
this is the friday sun interrupting
of waves of bliss, as they enclose
ribboning its cache with strands of
let it be o' weeping sun ... let
your radiance circuit my airing love.
friday morn - crowning my soul,
my eyes and the spell of beloved's
gracing me to journey to a heaven
the breaking of early dawn,
with the whispers of nature -
humbly before their lord,
" Where is the son of the chosen
friday morn - and the fresh blood
streaming from kerbala ...
nudba and the lamentation of
inhabitants of earth,
tears mixing with clay - moulding
lowering our backs.
friday - the day of individual
day of paying allegiance to our
as the curtain occults his beauty
nudba - where is hassan, where is
nubda - where is the son of
nudba, and a bleeding heart