Wandering over the roads...
The ones that my heart believes...
Would lead me to the goals...
To the dreams that it weaves...

Often take me to the places...
That my heart disapproves of...
And many unending mazes...
Mocking me with a scoff...

And as I reach the stopping place...
It diverge into thoroughfares...
It is just a new climax ...
The end is far away it shares...

So between these milestones...
Throughout this tiring course...
My weary heart seeks abode...
And my feets turn back to the source...

No, not in an act of renounce...
But just to quench the thirst...
Of the heart that yearns...
A soothing assuring embrace first...

The essence of my dwelling...
And the souls that I adore...
Dwindles down the weariness...
Reinvigorating me to the core...

And then after a breather...
I set out on an expedition....
Again in order to discover...
My maktub, my destination...

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