A breath, a whisper, a fragile thread,
Nafas, the life between the dead.
You carry the weight of love untold,
A fleeting warmth in nights so cold.
Each exhale, a story, a sacred plea,
A trace of longing, eternity’s key.
In your rhythm, the world aligns,
A pulse of stars, a hymn divine.
Nafas...oh essence, tender and true,
With every breath, I return to you.