How many rivers have I passed by
And where did I lose the innocence of old days?
I know no longer the purpose of searching
Neither the ideals I do pursue yet
But paradise has been regained
And its waters flow in the cradle
Between those eyes and this world
Smiling turned to be the easiest of words
As beauty firstly escaped from my lips
As a colorful
And as a tender
“maşallah”
