DOOR

 

The summary of life dissipated in time

This time only dependent on the travel of globes

The globes only whirl to the command of unseen

The unseen has taken over my soul

My soul weeps for mercy to be shown

The mercy is just on the other side of the door

Ya Sayyedi open your door

My actions cannot take me but below

Ya Sayyedi it is easy for you to open the door

My approach is sluggish and long

Your dress is loaded and adorned

Where to go?

Maybe just a feeling of your presence on my soul.