When I find myself dangling
on the branches of a tree
Like a bright plump fruit
l could feel your love
that you bestowed on me
Watering my plant
from seed to full grown tree
Let your love
Take to spires
Ringing temple bells, and
azan from the mosque
And plant a tree of peace
Full of sweet aroma, golden
In all brotherhood
To the heights of blue sky and silvery moon
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