Some dreams I weaved
were broken by the relentless winds of time
devastated by life
they were shattered in shreds
lonesome I remained
with traces of my weird dreams
on verge of my weariness
on the ledge of my hopes
I was behold by the grace of God,
and I was given another slumber
to muster up my courage
and weave some more dreams
yonder I was not alone
I was Tranquil by the sensation
of my escort
Allah...!