Everywhere is in darkness
Eyes are in search of you
People speak
but with words of hypocrisy
Lift the veil on your face
and give us a light
So all the frictions are gone in society
An eclipse has happened, eyes are in sleep
The fall has hit, all the roses have withered
Arrhythmia does not go away,
It feels like, this is it
Satan is the gardener, and the road is steep
Passion and enthusiasm are long gone
My eyes are filled with tears waiting for your dawn
I fear the books will record only our names
The saplings you planted have paled one by one
There is a bleeding wound in the hearts of the faithful
Memories of yesterday occupy my mind
Days longing for you are not bearable any more
Rise in our souls, so alien thoughts are gone
I am a poor one, I cannot endure your absence my Master
My head is at your doorstep, leashed at the neck
Let me die on your path, your name on my lips
How I wish I was your Mus’ab.
