"Traveling traveler"
a long quarter-night trip where the
munk is not conveyed
the seeds grow there natural life and
islamiah in priority on the way
A deep desire for light in the moon's
arms
walking down the weeds pounding
the conscience floated the word
repeated tabbiran
With a smile of affection the weeds reap
the rhythm of guiding the steps
in the silence of the night
poured from the long journey of your
prosperity is a grace over the world
Vv of expanse
where there dwells the mountains
and the plains of green valleys
stretching the beauty unaffordable by
the eye
water flows like zam zam minerals
your language is so shady The
philosophy of the rainbow extends until
the end of time stretches out the
peace
waving at the end of the road
indicates nur is coming
Happiness clenched the buffer pole
whose name nur reflects bright light
Rainbow your soul is stranded in the
light of faith dazzle the eye eyelets
dazzle
stretch of white sand is not able to
approach the waves telling travelers
walk in the middle of the weeds.