go

The name that always glow illuminates the limp body of my

Once the weight of my own life

There was no place pour my complaints

Only the Lord thy self

Nor the warmth of loved ones

Strands of my prayers always pray

Any late I prostrate to Thee

Despite complaints

I do not forget to bow to Thee

Moans that during this feels

Have to tip of patience

I will go back into the arms of my loved ones

Longing that has been wrenching my body

Will soon be remedied

This heart impatiently waiting for that moment arrives

Although I have to leave the place where I was prostrate.