Khwaab خواب
Kempt cloth surrounds me
Holy messages made of my
Waking life
as light
as matter
Believe me
Little dream, little feeling
Little talk, little meeting,
Little talk, little meeting,
A little in all of life
Like every time, it happens now
At some point
Our caravan stopped,
Looking for someone
It remained empty,
I won these moments
No dream fulfilled,
We came to the bend and
I realize that it’s unfinished every time,
Neither dream nor weave
A sieve, we live, every feeling incomplete