I'll explain the cup reader
As well as the fortune teller and all the kings of the genies
Here is your luck, and what is clear
Your strands are decorated with blossom and basil
Impassable, there are no barriers and walls
Your days are all joys of joy and joy
No misery, anguish, nor sorrows
Today, tomorrow and at all times
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