The Young Queen

Sayida Roqaya Mosque in Old Damascus (Syria)

Covering her face with her torn dress she often cried out
“Where have You gone dear Father? Where are You lost?
The prison door is shut, the guards are asleep
I can’t go searching for You, I am in here locked”
“You departed with those who were dear to Your heart
Tel me where I can find You, You left me Alas!”