I will sit one day again,
on the hillock opposite Chrar,
and look at it till it consumes me
The fire that still rages in the mountains,
Shall claim me then, even as I sit still unable to move
Mesmerised by the beauty and purity of fire,
Fire, whose fuel is men and stones, shall consume me
Only to purify my stained heart, only so that
I can sit one day again
On the hillock opposite Chrar
And look at it till it consumes me, again.
I shall live again in the village of Dervishes,
And in places, that do not, should not, exist
I will whirl away my sorrows even as my sorrows
whirl me, insignificant speck, away
The wind will claim me, if only
to abandon me to the village of dervishes,
And in places, which do not, should not, exist.
I will drink from the Spring of Hemal
Even as the poison shall spread through me,
I shall sing of Hejaz and Sheeraz
The Thirst quenching virtue of water, shall
Take over me as madness shall creep,
And claim me again, so that I may drink again
From the poisoned waters of the spring of Hemal.
on the hillock opposite Chrar,
and look at it till it consumes me
The fire that still rages in the mountains,
Shall claim me then, even as I sit still unable to move
Mesmerised by the beauty and purity of fire,
Fire, whose fuel is men and stones, shall consume me
Only to purify my stained heart, only so that
I can sit one day again
On the hillock opposite Chrar
And look at it till it consumes me, again.
I shall live again in the village of Dervishes,
And in places, that do not, should not, exist
I will whirl away my sorrows even as my sorrows
whirl me, insignificant speck, away
The wind will claim me, if only
to abandon me to the village of dervishes,
And in places, which do not, should not, exist.
I will drink from the Spring of Hemal
Even as the poison shall spread through me,
I shall sing of Hejaz and Sheeraz
The Thirst quenching virtue of water, shall
Take over me as madness shall creep,
And claim me again, so that I may drink again
From the poisoned waters of the spring of Hemal.
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