I was sleeping, And in my dream I was weeping, Because I burnt my finger, Because I kept listening to a singer, And then I woke up from my nightmare, And it was still dark but my mother took good care, And then I went back to sleep, But there was even more weep, Because I burnt my finger twice, Even bigger than a cube of Ice, And then I woke up, And knew it was time to drink water from my cup, And on the way I came across a book, And it was attached to a hook, And then I saw the Dua of sleep, And knew there was no more weep, And then I went back to bed, And at that very moment I said, The Dua of sleep, And now in my dream there were no more creeps! |