O'er dales and parched wells she flies
Come morning she'll blind
With her hypnotizing mist
And low whispers
Whispers that writhe the mind in agony
That have dazed the children
Of the Round City
As they prolix about the loud and narrow paths
She distills their minds
With the fermentation of grapes
Sending them around the fountains of despair
In a never ending whirl of noxious airs
Where colours collide
She proffers the hide of leather
For the blender of oils
To lend her a hand
To seduce the virgin bride
Whom she'll send to an abyss of evil
Where the resident sorcerer
Grows ever more indolent
As he feeds on boar
She twists in the sky
Upon the incensed wing of Hooriyah
A dear angel
Of the purest light
With duress she tosses her wing
Sending the djinn on a golden stream
It bathes the corners she inhabits
And showers the Earth
With the pure gold of the Celestial Chymist
And so the djinn speeds to the East
As the call of prayer
Shakes the land
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