Youth Seeking Sustenance
The day king reveals the veil in the morning.
Redirect past with the present.
The birds are busy frying themselves.
Ready to welcome the dawn of silence.
Future generations begin to welcome the morning.
Search the world for a bite of rice.
Wandering without friends.
Only brown envelopes that faithfully accompany.
The building towered through the sacred sky.
Payungi shadows alone.
The brown envelopes began to spread around the earth.
Convey my greetings from the youths who seek sustenance.
Arrived at the dead night.
I pray only for You Ya Robbi.
The hopeful prayer of the Prophet's children.
Who does not want his future bleak later.