Sun to sun, I walk on foot
, road to road,
with a bag full of fatigues,
looking for the city of attachments,
a city devoid of friendship,
without a sense of love, deception,
although the destination is known, but
a heart cannot fall in love, I
set out on foot, the road to the moonlight, the road to the
moonlight, when I return, I
see that I did not even find
the one who knew the Qibla of Nuru,
but did not know the way to pass
through the roads. No pedestrians
, no footprints,
no travelers footprints, on the unlit roads
that are left empty of acquaintances
, there is no time to travel, it
is not safe to pass this way, it is not safe to cross this road, I
cannot walk with me, neither the eyes of the
sun, nor the face of the moon, the
sun to the sun, the
road to the
moonlight, when I return, I see that I
did not even find
the one who knew the Qibla of Noor,
but did not know the way to pass
through you. Pedestrian-free roads,
without travelers footprints,
on unlit roads
that are empty, from acquaintances
to companions, there is no time to travel
, it is not safe to pass this way, it is
not safe with me on this road, I cant walk with
the eyes of the sun, not the face of the
moon, the sun to the sun, the road to the
road, with a
bag full of fatigues,
following the city of attachments
, attachments.
