From Munir Mezyed Trips

According to the will of fate I have come... I emerge from the flood A living soul. My memory is torn by the night. The night is enshrouded with darkness. I wander around the world Searching for a meaning... I want to drink a toast to happiness... Here I am gulping the toast to death. I cry....Is there any survival? I hear no response... But the hot winds caressing the grass of silent graves... And the world plunging into illusion and vanity... Do you remember the mad rain, And the wood of the vessel hanging on the summit? O intoxicated land, That is burdened with jealous desires, Bless, and have pity on my soul For lo! I never enter the place of secrets Nor lift the cover On the earth's burial... My body is prey... Time is a hunter chasing me Whilst traps are set for me.... I flee... I flee with terror and fear... My footsteps are slowing, Wearing out with the race And the veiled fate engraves on my face With the edge of a corroded spike... I wander alone in the land of Delmon The land of eternity Calling the aged-young man.... The earth cleaves, And the serpent emerges Devouring the plant... Whilst the dream of eternity turns out to be plumes of smoke Climbing the unknown of the silent wall.... Rest! Rest, you, the butterfly soul And ease me of my burden which galls my back..! Nectar dried out of the roses of fortune.. Whilst death gazes at the butterflies... The dinghy of desire sails on fire No water No shore And the claws of lust shred the soul My life is but a womb of a virgin Delivering a mount. You are so harsh and mean...! I receive you for my sorrows And my perishing... Hating Cursing Loving I gulp the bitterness of my grief Thereby planting a forest of thorns in my mouth. I walk on a path of pain Chasing a dream... Threads of smoke.... I grow older and so do the dream and sorrow At the end of the long path of misery I surrender unto you Reposing in your womb....!