In the wall of Kaaba there is a stone...
...with no words on it --
a square meteroite stone,
Many generations ago fell from the sky,
Piligrims while going round the Kaaba...
...kiss this black stone,
A longing without end, fills them all:
One kiss after another,
The tawaf is not perfect...
...unless they kiss the stone,
Only this stone lies calmly in the wall...
...hearing 'Labeika Allahuma Labeika',
A bewildering puzzle to me always!
It seems to me a Child's play...
...if I do not understand the purpose of kissing the stone,
Which is not like a deity at all,
As Omer had once addressed to it:
'I would break you into pieces...
...if I had not seen the prophet kissing you',
I also kissed this puzzle stone,
Because it told me: God is a reality...
...but still He is a puzzle,
He has no name and can't be described in words.