Can't Have You
Ku Titip A Piece of Dilangit Prayer
You and I knocked at his door
when the night is silent
strands by strands. petition filed
in the khusyuk pieces
prayer temples are offered to the presence of God
Let your door and my door
the wrapped holy recite prayer
sua in Space and mutually bergamit
until stranded at one time
in the valley called happy.
You and I knocked at his door
when the night is silent
strands by strands.application is floated
in the khusyuk pieces
prayer temples are offered to the presence of God
Let your door and my door
the wrapped holy recite prayer
sua in Space and mutually bergamit
until stranded at one time
in the valley called happy.
Pinta flakes are flown
the Horizon of hope
two people who are far apart
never looked at each other
especially the fingers touch
It's enough that you and I embrace each other
you hold me in your prayer
and I hold you in my prayer
until God takes hold
the pace of pinta and bring together
Your path and mine so that
we can go hand in hand
walk side by side and take shelter
under the same roof
the forehead fell down while giving thanks
Wouldn't it be happier
let's raise our hands
knocking each other out
maybe every beat
it'll bring you and me closer.
On a series of drops of water that fall to the earth. Falling down, our feelings too. On the ceiling of prayer, our prayers also. At the jaws of the taste room, our taste is also. and at the verses, the fighting is being cashed in.
In the rain that comes with its blessing, never stop skyrocketing all the pinta. Allah is All-Hearer, and the prayers that are set forth will bear witness that our feelings were ever so pleasant in asking. As weak as it is in pleading and as necessary in seeking.
In the rain that falls, there is much good. Not just for me, but for you too, for all beings of course.
Be the sweetest prayer when it rains. Be the weaver of the most boisterous prayer among the inhabitants of the heavens.
In the rain, in every drop of water that falls. If you're a little more sensitive, you'll find your feelings go down with him.
For this is all I can do, weaving longs and chanting prayers, for it is best to love always by praying. Like this time, in the rain that falls. My prayers are also falling..
“Allah, give kindness to every door of mine”
The altar of prayer
thin gray smoke swerving dancing
among the flame of the stanggi ignited the fire
invoking silir fragrance fragrant fragrance
Between the two sites
arms clenched together frenzied
make holy prayers
to the Most Merciful God.
Morning brewing crossings
prayers in the hope of man
hope always lives pulsating
in the pulse of time that must have shuffled.
Along the embers flame at the end of the incense
and strands by strands of flower petals
rumbling and scattered in the body of the bentala
the prayer sheet filled the morning veranda
In the morning, afternoon, evening and
the night hanging prayers up
passing through the arrangement of the stairs
hope belongs to human inhabitants mayapada
Morning clear as a dewdrop
stuck on the sidelines of conscience
presented in the morning foyer heartened
get a slice of self-conceiving inside
In the spirit of prayer
the silir bay blows slowly
pick up a piece of peace
among the burning incense.
For those of you who are unaware of me but always say his name many times in each time I complain to God, may the prayer without pause always be repeated every night, will get the right answer according to the destiny that God has determined.
Perhaps the arrival of that time is not now, but someday, it may not be you that God destined me to have, but other people who according to God are more appropriate and better to be with me later.
The selfish human being is me. Not knowing yourself the light asks God to be given the opportunity to fill your heart which is currently still very empty and neat.
Unaware of myself if there is still much that needs to be repaired but forced God to compare me with you humans whose goodness at this time still can not be equaled.
Destiny was already outlined, and I realized that not everything can be forced. God's scenario sometimes does always make his servant amazed. Goodness is not always shown by God in the form of goodness.
Not infrequently goodness is wrapped up by something that feels unpleasant. Something that is desired can sometimes be obtained after passing many times the stifling events, even something that never wants to be owned just by itself comes closer.
To get something dreamed of sometimes the road is steep, it takes a struggle that often sacrifices many things.
Even though you are currently an uncertainty and only limited to wishful thinking, but you are the one I always refer to. Putting your name in every good hope I offer is the simplest way I can seduce Him who is almighty, turning my heart and feelings back.
When one by one the prayers that are in the sky begin to get answers, there is one prayer that I always emphasize the request to God, “Give me the calmness of heart manifested as a friend of life that You are pleased with. I don't want to live alone.” I repeat the prayer, so that God knows, I do not play games in asking for it. Asking for forgiveness has also crossed the line of hoping in His creation that causes gaping wounds. After all, it has been raining lately, one of the perfect times for my prayers to be addressed. However, this silence was suddenly shocked by the voice of the mother, “Later, if it was at home, would miss the mother's cooking.” Ah, mother. It's like knowing everything his son feels even though he never told me. Or when I want to spend time with my mom, she always says, “Ah, don't be like a two-year-old!” God, I can't describe the prayer I want to recapitulate.
Right now I can only keep myself strong. I wish I could be a better human being. I also do not want to raise expectations, because the real struggle to have is to be closer to the Divine. So that someday when I am faced with a reality that is not in accordance with expectations, I will never feel disappointed by anyone I will be ready to accept the best destiny that God has given.
Although in the end I am not God destined to be compared with you, there will never be such a thing as a blasphemy over the self-reflection that I have lived, because if not you, then there will never be such a thing as blasphemy over the self-stimulation that I have lived, I believe God will compare me to a better person.
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