Hajjerr
He is Dhul-Jalali Wal-Ikram
Salam aleikum
I dream of a life of a Bedouin soul
With the Desert under my feet,
The richest spirit in the eyes of my Lord
Having nothing but dates to eat.
From the noise of the City around
You can hear the call of deception,
But my heart knows this is just the Clown
Who is playing with our perception.
I desire now nothing again
But to know that I don’t live in vain..
That the call of the Sand and the Dune
And the prayer under the Moon
Is my Destiny and where I belong
Wish Allah guide me all along..
H.
I dream of a life of a Bedouin soul
With the Desert under my feet,
The richest spirit in the eyes of my Lord
Having nothing but dates to eat.
From the noise of the City around
You can hear the call of deception,
But my heart knows this is just the Clown
Who is playing with our perception.
I desire now nothing again
But to know that I don’t live in vain..
That the call of the Sand and the Dune
And the prayer under the Moon
Is my Destiny and where I belong
Wish Allah guide me all along..
H.