Come;
Let’s meet tonight,
Under the dark blanket
Of this moonless sky-
Crocheted with trillions of stars.

Lost in thoughts mysterious,
We’ll walk clandestinely
To inhibit again,
Those desolated banks of “Rohmush”
And sit under
The rustling branches of that old Chinar-
The promising confident of our pious meetings,
Lurking to see us together again.

Let you plunder,
The nothingness of my soul
And let me fill my gut with the booze
From those sparkling taverns
Guarded by two rosy drapers.

Will not you come?

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