Wandering alone on the desert
Hungry, thirsty and tired
I saw a genie approaching
Summoned by someone dead
He wanted me to ask
Several wishes from him
“Do you want a palace
Or golden pool to swim
Or do you wish to have
A golden-haired girl
On whose sandals are placed
A lot of golden pearls? ”
Being so weary and in despair
I made him no reply
I shook my hands with him
And bade him a goodbye
When I found out that
I am not at all alone
And I could see a light
In front of me at dawn
The genie stabbed me thrice
In a vicious attack
Then pure blood was released
from my front and back
Now every day and night
I summon three genies
To go and stab the travellers
Who have good companies.
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