the scorching sun never lies
a barefoot pilgrim’s yearning cries
the knock of Khays that never halts
a wandering Laila’s ecstatic heart
the perfumed wind that whispers not
all seek you yet you know not
the scorching sun never lies
a barefoot pilgrim’s yearning cries
the knock of Khays that never halts
a wandering Laila’s ecstatic heart
the perfumed wind that whispers not
all seek you yet you know not