Islamic
Gentle drops of rain upon the ground, Mourning lost forever happy sounds, A reflecting pool for thinkers wandering round, Leaning on the Arms of the Beloved Memories of youth in distant past, Swirling round a huge transmitter mast, While Angels whisper "nothing here does last", Leaning on the Arms of the Beloved Staring in the pool with heavy eyes, While Angels fingers point to Paradise, Reflecting back a death I recognise, Leaning on the Arms of the Beloved A soft sweet figure swirls around my head, It asks "why seek ye life amongst the dead? Him you'll find in all the paths you tread" Leaning on the Arms of the Beloved Gods unfoldment takes another turn, Angels turn the wheel, new things begun Presenting God anew to everyone, Leaning on the Arms of the Beloved