A child's play, this world before me,
A spectacle unfolds, each dawn, each day.
If the gaze finds solace in the West,
A river of dreams grinds upon my brow.
Do not ask what state I'm in, behind you,
Do not ask what state,
Do not ask the hue you left behind,
Behind you, what you see.
A child's play, this world before me,
A spectacle unfolds, each dawn, each day.
A child's play.
Faith restrains, yet you beckon me,
Faith restrains, while disbelief pulls hard.
The Kaaba behind, and Khalisa before, a child's play.
Though the white hand stills, life remains in the eyes,
Though the white hand stills, life remains,
Let the goblet and the wine remain before me.
A child's play, this world before me,
A spectacle unfolds, each dawn, each day.
A child's play.
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