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Whosoever claims To know the evident truth Lies... Whosoever emulates light Shall cut Hydra’s head, Casting it into the lake of fire. ( 2 ) She prays, Repeating constantly, Oh Allah, Allah! Has not the time come yet For the dragon to vomit the sun…?! ( 3 ) Definitely, The sun will pierce through... No harm to wait for a while. The suckling buds Never get bored of waiting, Waiting for the milk of the sky... ( 4 ) A woman copulating the wind, She casts me Into the heart of the storm. My fate is to live blind, Sand flung into the unknown, Remaining alone, Wondering when my end will come. ( 5 ) She remains my mellow wine I desire When my mood Needs to be modified... ( 6 ) A chalice of mellow wine, With a little romance And a wild gypsy's dance Would make the finest elixir... ( 7 ) I desire thee. Blame me not If I saddle the horses of war…! ( 8 ) I have come To set the bird of poetry Free From the fools’ cage...! ( 9 ) God mocks at me Whenever I want to tame The horses of fate. ( 10 ) Enough! I abominate the snowy tales, Tales of the foolish Whose brains are decayed with opium… ( 11 ) Temptation is the seed of evil Planted by woman, Thus a woman will always remain a woman, Even if the devil has seduced her. When the devil seduces a man, The man perishes. ( 12 ) Oh, my child This poem revealed unto me the prophecy: God’s sovereignty will stand forth Visible unto me… For, lo! I am the spirit that came from God’s breath… It will neither perish nor taste death… It will ascend unto him on a day And will remain in His eternal sway... ( 13 ) By The word and what they inscribe! They are impostors; Their myths and tales Are fraught with blood and tears. ( 14 ) Truly, truly I say: The sun is in the boat Sailing in the spirit Between two shadows... The phony light was burnt. Thus I recite the verses of light ( 15 ) Have pity on me! I am not a Son of God to be crucified To redeem sins... Wait! So let it be if my blood were The oil of your lamps...!
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