I have disbelieved in the disappearance,
A truthful man obviously stares and moans.
I have belief in you when piety is collapsing,
I order the day's bread up on the table.
Then I eat and drink according to tastes,
Fetching a melon, orange and apple,
With mango added, to penalties we trust;
The food has been sunk under the sea.
I have believed in the disappearance,
This boat craves for more water and more water;
Its delight is fixed upon the stars,
And they reply to the philosopher of new.
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