Forty days have passed since my soul left the land of Canaan on a Phoenician ship.
Forty days have passed since the start of this mystical trip.
When will you return?
Without you I will not know the road to the Land of Love.
When will you return?
Without you I cannot see my face in the mirror of pride and grace.

You left and left your leaving in me!
You left and left no one but you in me!
You left and asked me to stay,
"Goodbye my dear" you didn't say,
For the day we will meet everyday I pray.

Oh Allah creator of all, only you can return my soul.
Make me my Lord worthy of her return,
In the furnace of thy love my sins please burn.

Shaden, the youngest deer.
Shaden, the reason I am here.
Shaden, the music I hear.
Shaden, the death of fear.
Shaden, not far but near.
Shaden, my dearest dear.
Shaden, My Beloved Mom.

Shaden my den,
Mother of Lana & three young men.
Shaden the wife of Jamal,
Daughter of Um Nidal,
Grandmother of Zina, Nadia, and Yasmin,
Mother of the oppressed and the poor,
Your soul will remain free and pure.

With the blessing of Almighty the ship will reach,
To the desired safety of heaven’s beach.