She was weaving a tapestry of Grace,
She was engrossed in resolving her tangled desires,
She had trembled with uncertainty from her own existence,
As she sought the essence of life,
it slipped from her grasp
She was weary of her hopes,
gently releasing their hold
Every means that led her to the sky,
shattered beneath her touch
Her solitude was decent for her sustenance
Gul?