Sep 15, 2015

Like the sudden drop

the sun , the fireball of the day in the desert,

vanishes,

the cold winds blow over the sands of the Arabia;

the daily winter starts.

The silence chills more than the winds

and the desert like an ocean sways.

Your heart has no way to escape;

the eye of the desert is the eye of a power.

The night in a desert must humble the spirit;

the way the peaks of the mountains do.

The wind tells you why the breezes

traveling across the vast terrains of lonely lands

reach the mosque and the poignant notes

of the aching pain

transmute into prayers of a universal sadness

that seeps through the soul and makes me cry.

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2Dipak Varu and György Fülöp

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