THE PROMISED LAND
The Promised Land
A lone speck of an island,
In the tranquil Sea of Ideas
Where the moon of Hope and Dreams,
Appear every night, beyond its horizon…
The Promised Land
A place where time is like a ship
That goes one away and never comes back
Once there, a reward awaits some,
A punishment awaits another
Atone to what they’ve done,
In the mainland of the past…
But no matter what they say,
The Promised Land shall remain in its ground
And they will face the fact, sooner or later
That there’s already a place for them
In the Promised Land…
So lets make up all of our best
Because the Promised Land, is actually,
Our future!
And the Promised Land, the nest of destiny,
Is where we shall stay
Forever…
The Promised Land
A lone speck of an island,
In the tranquil Sea of Ideas
Where the moon of Hope and Dreams,
Appear every night, beyond its horizon…
The Promised Land
A place where time is like a ship
That goes one away and never comes back
Once there, a reward awaits some,
A punishment awaits another
Atone to what they’ve done,
In the mainland of the past…
But no matter what they say,
The Promised Land shall remain in its ground
And they will face the fact, sooner or later
That there’s already a place for them
In the Promised Land…
So lets make up all of our best
Because the Promised Land, is actually,
Our future!
And the Promised Land, the nest of destiny,
Is where we shall stay
Forever…
SAIF MINTAKA
MUAR
1994
FAREWELL TO THE KINGS
(Dedicated to all my former classmates of 5 Amanah-Class of 93)
‘Nothing lasts forever,’ someone had said
Not even the days under the sun, nor the worst of the weather
For today the Silver Birds of Time shall take us away
Far, far away into the Promised Land
Where the last creature in the box of Pandora, shall awaits us all…
It is the best of times, it is the worst of times, or so it seems
But whatever the descriptions, today is indeed a special day
For today the bells in the Ivory Tower shall toll for us
Whether or not we shall meet again, only time will tell, but hey,
Friendship lasts forever right?
So let this day be our last day together
And let the fanfare and choir of the sky fill our last moments together
While we recall the day we first met, under the Umbrella of Friendship
From the first of dawns, to the last of the twilight
From the first of fights, to our long awaited peace…
We are all kings of our own lands
Banded together in the Round Table of Fate
So let us tread the future with dignity and grace
Knowing that no matter how far we shall be apart,
We shall meet again in the near future
And like it or not, there’s already a place for us
In the Promised Land…
Farewell my dear kings
It is nice to know that we’ve been fated to meet,
Like we’re fated to say goodbye
Under this beautiful vermilion sky
And though we shall miss our friendship,
I shall treasure it, forever and ever
I promise you all…
SAIF MINTAKA
MUAR
1994
THE LAST RAIN DANCE
The sky looks grey
The trees have gone their way
And the winds hold sway
On the hills, the plains and a lonely bay
A dreamer, a worker and a teacher
Could not fail to notice the presence
The presence of the last creature
In the old, worn out box of Pandora
The creature is dying
Its breath, intermittent and hoarse
Blows side by side with the wind
Of the moment before the storm
Then it began:
An old man singing in the void
A speck of chalk burning among the ashes
And a limping shepherd playing his flute
Together with the wind
They form a muse, then a lark
And finally, the creature is gone
Gone, gone and gone
And the last drop of rain soaks the andesite
The nameless mire and the thorny pass
Washing the creature’s body into the ethereal blackboard
Along with the light of that day
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung
To his home that dreamer goes
To the concrete cave that worker goes
And the teacher?
The golden meadow awaits him
For him the last rain dance of humanity
Sung by the old man played by the shepherd
Is, no more…
MUAR
1994
FAREWELL TO THE KINGS
(Dedicated to all my former classmates of 5 Amanah-Class of 93)
‘Nothing lasts forever,’ someone had said
Not even the days under the sun, nor the worst of the weather
For today the Silver Birds of Time shall take us away
Far, far away into the Promised Land
Where the last creature in the box of Pandora, shall awaits us all…
It is the best of times, it is the worst of times, or so it seems
But whatever the descriptions, today is indeed a special day
For today the bells in the Ivory Tower shall toll for us
Whether or not we shall meet again, only time will tell, but hey,
Friendship lasts forever right?
So let this day be our last day together
And let the fanfare and choir of the sky fill our last moments together
While we recall the day we first met, under the Umbrella of Friendship
From the first of dawns, to the last of the twilight
From the first of fights, to our long awaited peace…
We are all kings of our own lands
Banded together in the Round Table of Fate
So let us tread the future with dignity and grace
Knowing that no matter how far we shall be apart,
We shall meet again in the near future
And like it or not, there’s already a place for us
In the Promised Land…
Farewell my dear kings
It is nice to know that we’ve been fated to meet,
Like we’re fated to say goodbye
Under this beautiful vermilion sky
And though we shall miss our friendship,
I shall treasure it, forever and ever
I promise you all…
SAIF MINTAKA
MUAR
1994
THE LAST RAIN DANCE
The sky looks grey
The trees have gone their way
And the winds hold sway
On the hills, the plains and a lonely bay
A dreamer, a worker and a teacher
Could not fail to notice the presence
The presence of the last creature
In the old, worn out box of Pandora
The creature is dying
Its breath, intermittent and hoarse
Blows side by side with the wind
Of the moment before the storm
Then it began:
An old man singing in the void
A speck of chalk burning among the ashes
And a limping shepherd playing his flute
Together with the wind
They form a muse, then a lark
And finally, the creature is gone
Gone, gone and gone
And the last drop of rain soaks the andesite
The nameless mire and the thorny pass
Washing the creature’s body into the ethereal blackboard
Along with the light of that day
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung
To his home that dreamer goes
To the concrete cave that worker goes
And the teacher?
The golden meadow awaits him
For him the last rain dance of humanity
Sung by the old man played by the shepherd
Is, no more…
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
1994
A NEW DAWN
A new beginning, in time and space
On this day, at this time
Leaving behind the grief and sorrow of yesterdays
While looking forward towards the coming days
Under the sun
A new dawn
Signifies a reunion of hopes and dreams
A new dawn
Promises joy and happiness
A new dawn, a new day
A new streak of sunshine
Penetrating the fog of despair
And the shadow of doubt
Bringing Life, vitalising, refreshing
To all the sun revellers, and the seekers of Life
A new dawn, though extremely short-living
Is enough to tell the world
That the One and Only up there
Still cares…
MUAR
1994
A NEW DAWN
A new beginning, in time and space
On this day, at this time
Leaving behind the grief and sorrow of yesterdays
While looking forward towards the coming days
Under the sun
A new dawn
Signifies a reunion of hopes and dreams
A new dawn
Promises joy and happiness
A new dawn, a new day
A new streak of sunshine
Penetrating the fog of despair
And the shadow of doubt
Bringing Life, vitalising, refreshing
To all the sun revellers, and the seekers of Life
A new dawn, though extremely short-living
Is enough to tell the world
That the One and Only up there
Still cares…
SAIF MINTAKA
MUAR
1994
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