With the long hours the occasional ease sets on,
Like a man in a dream, studded with images of animals.
I am glad to please Him, and He will please me,
I will remember Him, and He will remember me.
The awe of the pyramids is the same as that of Time itself,
A shape is shared by the heavenly bodies, kept at a distance.
The sky is a different black, the clouds are a different hue,
My secret is to stare at the heavens, blessing those stars.
A star is causing me to turn blind, to fiercely pierce my eyes,
Like a signature from the master of my body and soul, the sir.
This sir is a palatial man, in a dream he finds too much,
The devils are attacked, our demon is raised only once.
My wars are of the work that encapsulates the right region,
A plan is furthered by the born generals, the generals of literacy.
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