What was mine in your reckoning?
Each breath, a borrowed plea.
What was mine in your reckoning?
Each breath, a borrowed plea.
What passed was simply time,
What remained, a dust to be.
What was mine in your reckoning?
Each breath, a borrowed plea.
In your longing, we took flight,
A few dry leaves of the plane tree.
In your longing, we took flight,
A few dry leaves of the plane tree.
Fallen by the wind's cruel hand,
Among them, a humble me.
What passed was simply time,
What remained, a dust to be.
What was mine in your reckoning?
Each breath, a borrowed plea.
A sorrowful, desolate evening,
A face, and a single light.
A sorrowful, desolate evening,
A face, and a single light.
And nothing else upon the earth,
Just the heavens' fading might.
What passed was simply time,
What remained, a dust to be.
What was mine in your reckoning?
Each breath, a borrowed plea.
Thoughts of great Sufis, sublime,
And his speech, a master's art.
Thoughts of great Sufis, sublime,
And his speech, a master's art.
I asked not if he was truly that,
Just a soul of broken heart.
What passed was simply time,
What remained, a dust to be.
What was mine in your reckoning?
Each breath, a borrowed plea.
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