Unveil, O Saki, just a glimmer, a glance,
The hues of the gathering will shift, transfix.
Unveil, O Saki, a moment's expanse,
The hues of the gathering will soon remix.
The one in stupor, awake he'll arise,
The faltering soul, its footing will fix.
Unveil, the curtain, lift your disguise.
Do not comfort, remain, just sit and see,
My dying hour, it might just be swayed.
Is it not grace, that the healer is near me,
Even death’s intent, its course is delayed?
Unveil, the curtain, your mystery.
The arrow's life, the heart it does crave,
The heart's life, the arrow, a bond so deep.
The arrow's life, the heart it does save,
Do not pull the arrow, secrets to keep.
If the arrow's drawn, the heart will depart,
If the heart departs, the breath will then weep.
Unveil, the curtain, tear it apart.
In its laughter, a sorrow concealed,
In dust's whirling, a plea unheard,
Touch it not, Anwar, lest fate be revealed,
Else the sick soul, its life will have blurred.
Unveil, O Saki, your radiant decree,
The hues of the gathering will be stirred.
The one in stupor, his vision will see,
The faltering soul, its strength will be cured.
Unveil, the curtain, eternally.
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