My tears are drying,
But they won’t cease to flow,
A lifetime will you have me crying at your door,
I promise, there will never come a time,
When I will stop asking you,
God, listening aren't you?
Hope flowers with the rising Sun,
Though, I have much to learn,
The teary eyed sings the music of his name,
Great strength creaks in weak knees,
Laughing faces are beautiful,
If the sound comes from that magical core,
A Sufi knows the road to self discovery,
Is his alone,
And he can't wait to get on road.