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Your eyes demand the tribute of night's kingdom From the poets of the East I respect the honor of love Beware that you don't drop it on the ground
You said: You are the best Yes, I am good; I am fresh poetry, the great crown of mysticism I am a dervish, I am the earth I am holding the mirror of relation Sit down, sit next to experience
Keep the memory of me in your memory But ... don't take my name on your lips so you get poisoned I am bereaved
Take my hand Pass through the crossroads of sleep Leave it all And abandon this crowd of sleepers
Take my hand So I can sing In my hand there is a dove's wing
Come with me and be more than ever With me who am the best With me who am the honor of love Who am poetry Am poetry Am poetry Oh, take your ablution in me
I am the carpet of prayer, stand by me Face me, the direction of the prayers of lovers Then start your prayer with a long kiss
It's good being with me I shall sing you I shall sing you