I've heard you are from the city of wind
That's how
You people come and go
Welcome to the Equator!
Please be gentle to trees,
and be careful of durians!
The eternal sun bakes the wildness
Once I merge into the divine
My memory levitates as nothingness in the air
When qawwali touches your toes
You may recall the moment
Watching the endless summer growing on the hoe
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