When you walked on me I was groovy, I was the rose of the spring: everyone’s sweetie!
Your little earth down the upside- down sky was the centrepiece! Not anymore, I don’t want to be. O Fathima, don’t go without me, don’t go to heaven without me!
Without you I melt away, burning my spine: you know the reason why. I passed my song down to you. Pour it down to river, to the sea, do as you please, but don’t leave me. O Fathima, don’t go without me!
I touched my dream when you touched me, I bent with paradise like a flower bends in the breeze. You said sway with ease.
(Choir, voices of women: Every night did the moon flower, million stars spurred far afar. We were closer than two hairs)
I let you paint yours on shades of me. I became you, you became me. No one is sure where your grave is no one can see. O Fathima, don’t go without me!