On an ornate chariot,
visits the Sun.
Widely opened wings
of the Wind, flutter.
The Earth disgorges fire,
a furnace it has become.
Brings a little respite
the Night, when it creeps in,
and we enter the Caliphate of the Moon.
visits the Sun.
Widely opened wings
of the Wind, flutter.
The Earth disgorges fire,
a furnace it has become.
Brings a little respite
the Night, when it creeps in,
and we enter the Caliphate of the Moon.
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