The stars revolve like pilgrims
Around the North Pole of the sky
And on the earth in Holy Makkah*
They rotate around the Kaaba*
Lovers I was once told
Make their hearts their Kaabas*
And always fulfilled vows
Of being there for each other.
But there are some women
Who like lonely living
And not for even once
Circle around their love.
It's like living in a space ship
On a trip beyond the known
And some human hearts too
Are like spaceships and stone.