Girded, we are, all comrades here, to tread,
The path ahead, where many have already sped.
Girded we are.
Do not tease, O gentle spring breeze, depart,
Do not tease, O gentle spring breeze, depart,
Your playful whims, we weary souls, impart,
Girded we are.
Our thoughts, the heavens, our heads at the Saqi's feet,
Our thoughts, the heavens, our heads at the Saqi's feet,
Lost in a deeper song, we seek a sweeter treat,
Girded we are.
Does the turning of the heavens grant peace to any soul, Insha?
Does the turning of the heavens grant peace to any soul, Insha?
A blessing, then, that here, a few, whole, reside, Insha.
Girded, we are, all comrades here, to tread,
The path ahead, where many have already sped.
Girded we are.
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