About the night, sometimes the sky is so bright decorated with stars. Sometimes it looks black and scary to meet the rain. When the rain pours down, it seems to add to the beauty of the atmosphere of life. Millions of cubic meters of clear water descending from the sky refreshes the green trees that are ready to produce fruit with various colors and flavors. The sound of thunder also sometimes booms to complement the arrival of rain, occasionally the sound of lightning flashes across the sky with such a bright light. God, thank you for giving us the best part of the world. How you are perfect in creating everything full of beauty, forgive us who are often negligent and cause damage to nature. Hopefully it's not only us who can enjoy the beauty of this nature, hopefully our children and grandchildren can feel it directly when they hear stories about the beauty of the earth, O calm souls.
It was really dark that night, the black sky was decorated with darkness. No moon, no stars. Silence reigns. Only the ticking of the clock disturbs the ears, the rest is silent. In the dark petrified silence, where are you hiding? Inspiration always comes, inspires contemplatives, and daydreamers with a thousand lights flashing through the mind, illuminating and giving a million words full of meaning!
In the midst of sorrowful misery, a traveler full of broken hearts, tears in his eyes, who looks weaker than a woman, and more frightened than a child, he gazes at the sky without the moon and stars, but the image of his beloved mother's beautiful face fills the sky. empty it.
From his mouth he spoke softly, grimaced, and sighed, "Mother, your child really misses it when your fingers caress your hair and makes me sleepy. Mother, your child is hurt, your child is heartbroken"
Misfortunes often befall the lovers, gentlemen, often the warriors, the bloody revolutionaries, and the nomads.
In the midst of his daydreams and sobs, the wanderer, at dawn, stood up, raised his hand, and his index finger pointed upwards, he snorted furiously, curtly, and furiously, "Even death will not make you suffer, I swear you suffer with feelings tormented by your conscience, O cunning man."
"Young man" objected an old mother who accidentally passed by and heard her swearing, "Aren't you ashamed of your oath? Don't you know or are you stupid? Since what era did God teach such shameful things?"
"Young man" objected an old mother who accidentally passed by and heard her swearing, "Aren't you ashamed of your oath? Don't you know or are you stupid? Since what era did God teach such shameful things?"
"Hahahaha" The wanderer laughed, "Your closeness to God is nothing, Old Mother" said the wanderer
"So how close are you to Him? Have you seen Him?" Mommy old scorn
"Yes, I saw it, I saw it, yes, I saw it with the eyes of the heart"
"When?" asked the old mother shortly
"When the people I love love me, love me, cover me, give me food and drink, and protect me. However, sadly, it's heartbreaking, the God I saw turned out to be fake, not God, not God, yes, not God but Satan who is wearing a verse divine and the word of the lovers."
Ooh universe, your joking is second to none. The wanderer continued to chatter, dance, and sing the longing poem of the Sufi Martyr, Al-Hallaj son of Mansur:
When you go who else do I have
Who else will decorate my life
Then who can this soul and heart have
Oh my whole and part
Half of my soul loves you
But all of you take away
Ooh oh my everything, be mine
If you're not mine, then who do I have
O all of me, O my inhabitants
In my adversity and humiliation
I have nothing but this soul
Take it
Cause this soul is the way I see you
This stanza was repeated until the wanderer left, his voice becoming more and more inaudible because of the unsteady steps that went farther and farther and the movement of the wind at dawn.
The end
Image Source: own painting