| by: Shireen majdalani
I am the mourning mother,
And who comforts me?
I wept and virgins wept with me
Remember: "blessed are those who mourn"
But I am not listening,
Your last cry echoes
Melting my serenity.
O beloved, O beloved,
The doves sighed
For the scattering of my family.
But I know, God is watching over me
Have no fear son, there
Under the sea, dissolving easily
Mountains bow down and seas roar
At the sound of your name
Icarus, a boisterous melody
Like a rose, trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me