Like each man and his mule.
Of a Royal line to muse with the muses,
Shall the shadow go ten steps forward of backwards?
Yesterday is gone and today is here with us;
But, what is love going to do on this matter?
From the wadi of Egypt to the Euphates River,
The golden lampstands are there for you;
From the least to the greatest,
By the Habour River i do stand and pray;
Like a pupil’s work to the teacher.
Tomorrow is what we look for,
Like each man and his son;
But my mind is on you like,
Each woman and her daughter.
Into the land of Ararat,
Of words written down for us to read;
Like each man and his mule.