From every garden, roses they did bring,
Youthful beauty, blossoming.
The pious sought a heaven's grace,
But we, from there, brought wine to embrace.
Kissing the pink paper with eyes of wine,
Kissing the pink paper, the vision divine.
She sent a drunkard's script, to me,
Kissing the pink paper, wild and free.
Kissing the pink paper with eyes of wine,
She sent a drunkard's script, mine to enshrine.
Kissing the pink paper, a lover's art,
Her hands, I think, hold roses in their heart.
Her hands, I think, hold roses in their heart,
Her touch, it turned the paper all to pink,
Her touch, it turned the paper all to pink.
Kissing the pink paper with eyes of wine.
Her letter comes, the tavern's call,
Her letter comes, embracing all.
Her letter comes, the tavern's call,
Lest I, too, be a drunkard made,
Lest I, too, by her be swayed,
Kissing the pink paper with eyes of wine.
Lest I forget her address, Rashid,
Lest I forget her, as I did.
Lest I forget her address, Rashid,
She writes to me, a reply, always near,
She writes to me, dispelling every fear,
Kissing the pink paper with eyes of wine,
She sent a drunkard's script, mine.
Kissing the pink paper with eyes of wine.
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