The Family of Saints, Chapter 1- Poem

Chapter 1-The Sinful soul of Reyhan From the memories of sacred wrongs, From the spiritually admired best, Came the soul of heart's dreadful songs That smiled with ugly triumph of debt. The phantom hunted Reyhan's saints Pointing his ashes among god's saints But the endless ego taught him the don'ts That left him wandering without true bonds. For Every moment he ever saw himself, For every thought that burned his head, He begged graceful forgiveness for his self To bring the rest of his sleep to his bed. Fate of those without a fatherly father! For there were laws that make him a father Of which he rejected all, even under force The rules that compels to abide with those. For all those said are to meet the meant; So came the day as a beauty in shame To meet his son the Sheik had sent While afraid he was of anything like same. But known to him till now as an unknown, Even though he was the best of known, There Stood in front in the name of his son, A flesh that grew to a body, a ton. "Hail this helpless father, Hail the days ago Hail the one who brought him here Hail his prideful ego Let the earth spin with turn And make the dreadful old page, There he shall go back and return With his sons and wife to this age." And Reyhan spoke silently - "O, you are him."