The smallest of all,
Sand among the bricks,
Easy to mold in the best crown,
Just a piece of cloth for your feet
When you can rest after a good bath.
Let me follow you to my best!

Something so useful,
A heart for a stone,
A way out from the dark coil,
Growth in the smallest seed,
Flower for patience.

A road with a clear end,
More sun on every turn,
As I let myself bent,
And let go the rain.
I desire more than what I can hold
Something within and without chains.

Let me be your both your sheep and your shepherd,
A beautiful face and its mirror,
Eye and hand which meet together,
To care for more than flesh
A song searching for a special ear.

© Alor Deshe