Date:
Fri, 1960-01-01 My soul in its bondage
questioned
At the purpose of this
cruel world.
When time we cannot stop
Passing by,
When death we cannot
Keep at bay.
My soul in its bondage
questioned
At the purpose of this
cruel world.
When time we cannot stop
Passing by,
When death we cannot
Keep at bay.
My soul in its bondage sorrowed
At the hurt and grief, it suffered
I knew not how to soothe
This pain, that was within me.
Till I stood upon the musullah,
The image of the Kaaba, before me
And the Lord of the House
Not afar.
My soul in its bondage wrestled
To rise above the humdrum things,
I knew not how to quell this
Restlessness, within me.
Till I sat upon the beach
Watching the constant waves;
Drowned in moonlight was I
Till I felt enveloped