Echoes of the old trees
At the gǒl
I sit, my hair cascaded
Like waterfall
Echoes in the valley
I am lost once again
I see my pale reflection
In the waters once again
I dance in my white robes
My hair tightly knotted
Twisted and done with flowers
I keep calling your name,
dear Lord
For in your remembrance
I cease to exist
In your awe
Your majestic presence
I lose myself
I forget my purpose on Earth
And in your remembrance
I am reminded of my transitional journey,
This dunya is nothing but temporary abode!
-sea


















