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The Golden Wine Cups Of The Night

In henna I have dyed my hands,
When will he come?
I die, while he roams distant lands,
My heart is numb!

O, where is now the day's delight?
I've waited long.
The golden wine cups of the night
To him belong!

The ritual of love is sweet,
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