Semesra morning that welcomes the dawn in silence and solitude
This morning, as if the sky can not be invited to negotiate
Cloudy clouds clustered in the ice
Waving in silence
Creating silence and silence
I think about you, my soul mate
When the breeze passes between the hair and grass in the courtyard
I blushed translate a flavor that I do not know his name
Soft, white, and reassuring
And lately I know he was named love
I am here spelling faith
Ask him in silence
About the flavor that grows slowly
Sow and care for her without burden
Hoping for green to grow in the yard, my altar is my soul
The rush of rain seemed to carry a message
The decree of his undisputed Lord
About faith, Islam and ihsan
"How much this self makes God a place of complaint"
Oh, God,
My soul is dry, my body is blue in bruises
Resist the longing of the soulless soul mate
Until the whole energy sucked up
No stopping
Me and rain
We talked to each other
Assess the fear of God's greatness
And I want to share it with you
About the longing and love I create
For you, because of God
For the sake of the dawn of the rain
I hope to see you again
Or God replay time back
Letting me joke with you
Talk about ukhuwah that began timeless
Friend, where are you?
This soul is embracing longing
Go back, let's build houses in paradise together again
In love, work, and harmony
This poem is dedicated to the friend of the struggle in the da'wah street that began futur drift and tidal current era. With hope again gathered in a great reunion in His heaven.
