The sun`s boat is broken and drowned in the Nile But a piece is floating about on the water of the Nile The twilight`s pure blood drips into the sky`s basin Has the lancet of Nature drawn the sun`s blood? Has the sky stolen the ear ring of the evening`s bride? Or has the fragile cord in the Nile`s waters strolling? Your caravan is afoot without help of bell`s call The human ear cannot hear your foot-steps` sound You show the spectacle of rise and fall to the eyes Where is your home? To which country are you going? O star-like planet take me with yourself The prick of Longing`s thorn keeps me restless I am seeking light, I am weary in this habitation I am the restless child in the existence`s school…SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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