Without u, what could I ever be?

The words I make are as Nastaliq, for though I write them no one understands

Without u, though they say it is the height of civilization I feel the Qayaman is here

Without u, what could I ever be?

With u I can be anything

I am quixotic with no doubt in my mind, for u are beside me

I am quaint alouthough unlike others, and still u follow right behind

With u I can be anything

Without u I am nothing

I am not quiet, for there was never the possibility of sound

I am not quarrelsome for there is nothing in me that could ever be complacent

Without u I am nothing.