So what if my Beloved's cruel Heart is stone
It stays inside my heart, this Stone
Family, Friends, Faith - Falsities all
Everything I lost romancing this Stone
Stripped bare, Amputated and Deafened
My eyes see and my tongue praises only this Stone
They say she is Dead, a cold Corpse now Buried
I stole it away from her Grave, this Stone
Some Day, Some Life, some World, when We meet
I will give back what is hers, this Stone
I have been accused of Idol-worship these days
They think they know It for what It is, this Stone
What Sacrilege, Sin, Schism do they speak about, Falaq
This Stone is I, I am this Stone.....
