Our attribute is not perfection,
But a humble servant aware of his weakness,
The world grows narrower for all of us,
With every passing moment,
One day, troubles and hardships
Will surely come to an end...

As we embrace each other,
As we pray to the Divine...
I am like a cloud burdened with moisture,
Touch me, and lightning will strike,
This is life, always chasing, always chasing...
But I am not running,
The earth slides beneath me
And keeps slipping away,
I will hold tight...
Not to the world, but to life,
To happiness, to friendship...
I just want there to be a door that opens...
I heart doesn’t give,
A piece of mine keeps falling away,
While seeking solace,
Seeking comfort,
In the end, there is trust in God,
It is enough for everything,
İt witnesses all,
The One who stands as the Trustee is Allah...