STREET 1

I traced the silent trail 
As the rain had just gone The 
crumbs remained here there 
In between the tiles of homes that begin to sleep 
In the crevices of streets 
In the ditch edge of the bund

While I was in the middle of learning 
On the night 
About the darkness 
About his secret 
About the sounds of insects

Like the singer of dhikr throughout my age 
I envy

I envy those who constantly 
recite the name of God 
With sentences I can not understand

On the road of night I try to 
read soft mantras I've ever learned 
Align the air 
In the chest cavity, to be parallel 
With the silence of the night

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