But to th inhabitants of the world i will swing along with my muse.
Your blossom is over and the sour grape is ripening after the flower,
And like dwellers of the earth with different minds;
But the Yahdai is now known among us.
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Fathomless,
Auspicious,Harmonious alliances;When your light goes off,I will put my own on.
The oil of gladness,
Every house is built by someone.Concerning that which was written,Concerning that which was spoken,Concerning that which was read,Every car is driven by someone.Today if you will hear my voice,Do not harden your hearts;Yes, every poem is written by someone.
Consider it done and move up to the stars,
And i will feel this power of love and mercy always,Because you are like the rising sun.Rise up to the one you love dearly and,Live in the jungle of my love;For you are like the bright colours of the rose,And i will share this night with you.
Your sweet love had not only sprouted but,
It has also produced the almonds for my very heart;For, i will never forget the day that we made love.The brilliance of your sweet love is shining through me,And your joy is all that i need on this sweet love;So Julian, bring your food of love into my bedroom of roses!And may your sweet love…
It is very easy to give birth to a child,
For under the great tree i will rest my mind,Because your life is now like the jazz and blues heard afar off! !