It was quite cold that night
Without even a blanket to wrap him
He ran towards the railway station --
The rushes breaking against him
Sending grey flowers into the air
To fill it with dew --
Were you there that night?
Were you the God he thought you to be?
He has dyed his clothes in zafrani
But the sleeves are green, giving the lie --
I can neither live in the world,
Nor renounce it :
A kafir, I yearn for God.

Why do you ask me to choose between God and sin?
It was in sin that i saw God
A kafir I am, so He visited me
God came to me as beautiful as sin --
Yesterday evening in a tavern I saw Him,
And his scarf was dyed in my colors.

~copyright, scio amo
the kafir..lol