A faqir sipping the black tea,
It's quiet, full moon night,
Saffron is flowering,
Sending fragrance all around,
The bees are waiting for the dawn,
They will sing and dance,
In the full-day light,
And collect the nectar,
Labouring with devotion,
To make honey for the faqir,
An elexir of life,
That Moses sought -
In the ocean of darkness!
Mykoul
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