We raise our arms
The prayers from our breast
Climb to heaven;
We raise our eyes
Gaze at the beauteous face
Extensively spread out;
We lower our eyes
Sit with humility
Before our lord
Tongue tight;
Our tears drop down
Soak the earth;
From every drop we shed
Grows a tree of hope
That stays mysteriously
In our heart;
From every hope
We cherish
Sprouts a sweet music
That sounds in and out;
Can you hear this silvery sound
Flying about your heads all along?
Can you see the beloved
Waiting to give a lightfulglimpse?
Mykoul
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