Get up, get up, it's the end of night
I already heard the roosters' cry
The sunshine on the Sultan's turret is bright
Let's head to the tavern. Don't ask why.
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I.
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
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