1. Suleiman, your hands guided me to riches
And gave me a resolute purpose, tempting and grand

2. You propped up my ribcage as it struggled, and built for me
A stronghold with the reins of the sky as its heights

3. You elevated me until I thought
I would cross the Milky Way’s expanse in a leap

4. So how could I leave you unequipped
Oh Lord without provisions to reach my destination

5. I have no journey except to pack my bags
And see in them only a few traces of supplies

6. Unless you provide me your affection as provision, for I
Descend upon the army of departure relying on you

7. I did not become the war of fate until I saw it
Fight those who woke and slept jaded

8. And whenever a land rejected me
I fled to the bare hills and sought refuge

9. And whoever is outcast among you like me
Should not be ashamed as days change