THE NAME
The voices of the desert
Sound like the voice of the
Creator.
And the wind, the warm wind,
Blows everything away,
Breaking the scepters of the
powerful,
Carrying masks of lies far
away.
Nights are lonely,
And happiness is just a rare
visitor.
Your eyes are all I have,
Your mystery is my only
truth,
The only one I know.
This desert is my road,
And its immensity is my
destiny.
May the Lord of the Days
Guide me through the land of
the jinns,
And may the memory of you
Always wake me in the
morning.
I hear the voices.
They sing to me the words of
Gibran.
But my land is only a
memory,
A vivid memory of what it
was.
God is a name.
Hashem, Allah, Deus.
He sees me. He sees
everything.
There’s no hiding place in
this desert.
The wind blows,
And it takes my words up
above.
The sounds of the desert
surround me.
His eyes are all I have.
His mystery is the only
truth I know.
The memory of His name
Wakes me in the morning.
He is a name.
Hashem. Allah. Deus.