Poem by Muna,
Forever , I will call on you, my lord.
From this lonely mountain I cry to you.
My tears, cover all lands and its creatures
Please answer me , I am a destitute.
In my own flood I fall asleep, floating.
I hear you when you call onto me child,
From mountains afar , salvation I bring.
I’ll wipe away your tears and make fountains
Of purified living water to replenish
Your weary body, for my child is tired.
Sleep my dear, morning will clear all sorrows.
In your embrace I am so truly loved.