O all my goodness and my happiness Prostrate I dont die Dry sand waiting for a desert I wont be thirsty You are a voice of Asmoni You call the Asmuni Youre in generosity Earths generosity You are honest like wheat Wheat A poem for the poet You are a road for the pedestrian you are a wave for the beach in the pilgrimage shrine You are a call of the Asmuni Voice of Asmoni You are your earthly generosity You are a generous earth You are honest like wheat I I Last Day Come on my baby My pure morning You are my warm existence Dont look at the sky I wish you
