The gigantic seismic tremor wrecks destruction, the top of the drop falls, and the consuming hallowed places
The Hour has come, the sun's dark shield is hit, the world
Where are the rising stars, the cinders of the universe?
Braces, two shadows, at the halting minute
State, right now the bulls eat the universes
The base of the back spread, that open window
A peeping face from the falling casings of hundreds of years
The earth shoots in the twinkling of the sky
Such is the immovability of the sharp lips
Similarly as in the first part of the day, winning in the ghetto will wash away your riches
The road will awaken, the patio will cry
Awakening with no rest lashes
Will say "How quick was the night the breeze
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