In the tranquil refuge of the sacred hall,
Where prayers echo and tranquility calls,
As I recite my verses, my soul at peace,
Within the mosque's embrace, worries cease.

Gently, as I finish my Quranic recitation,
And release my heart from any hesitation,
I lay in solitude upon the mosque's floor,
Where nature's whispers speak, forevermore.

Whispers of nature, delicate and true,
Unveiling secrets only chosen few pursue,
They dance upon every gentle breath,
Guiding me towards serenity, assuring no death.

Amidst the hallowed walls, their voices arise,
Soft melodies that sing, enchanting my eyes,
As I gaze towards the skies, counting stars,
Nature's...