The Hawdaj

O fragrant past
lift the Hawdaj
over sands
across deserts
and wastelands
travelling paths
of longing.

A mere pilgrim
in this world
journeying through life
realizing that desires
are but a mirage
with unreachable ends.

When the veils are dropped
and the sun is eclipsed
breathing its last breath
passing out of sight
every great is weak
in the side of His Glory.

– Essama Chiba

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