From every garden, roses they brought,
Beauty's vessels, wine they caught.
The Sheikh, he craved paradise's keep,
Yet wine we found, from depths so deep.
Kissed by eyes, heavy with a drunken haze,
Kissed by eyes, heavy with a drunken haze,
A rose-hued paper, to my name he lays,
A rose-hued paper, to my name he lays,
Kissed by eyes, heavy with a drunken haze.
In her hands, a rose's fragrance dwells, it seems,
In her hands, a rose's fragrance dwells, it seems,
In her hands, a rose's fragrance dwells, it seems,
Touched by her, the paper blooms in dreams,
Touched by her, the paper blooms in dreams,
Kissed by eyes, heavy with a drunken haze.
Her letter comes, the tavern's call it brings,
Her letter comes, the tavern's call it brings,
Her letter comes, the tavern's call it brings,
Will I, too, become a drunkard's wings?
Will I, too, become a drunkard's wings?
Kissed by eyes, heavy with a drunken haze.
Lest I forget her path, Rashid, beware,
Lest I forget her path, Rashid, beware,
Lest I forget her path, Rashid, beware,
Each time she writes, a paper I must bear,
Each time she writes, a paper I must bear,
Kissed by eyes, heavy with a drunken haze.
A rose-hued paper, to my name he lays,
Kissed by eyes, heavy with a drunken haze.
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