His worship is so solemnly, but
full imaginary. He just doing a
physical movements
He unawares cutting off his
contact with God
He doesn't know where God is
anymore. Only know the name:
GOD
Only the belief, rites and ritual
remains
His soul always feels empty
without feeling the presence of
various divine waves
The absence of the Face of God
in the dimensions of space and
time of worshipped
Full of symbols and just ritual.
Empty from God. The Qur'an is
mere just memorized
His souls filled by demon, then
he becomes so brutal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem