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From the heavens comes an answer to our long cries at last: The heavens break their silence, the curtains rise at last!

Little of change love’s fortunes inherit: born in anguish And fire, in fire and anguish its end it buys at last.

The destiny of nations I chart for you: at first The sword and spear; the zither’s, the lute’s soft sighs at last.

Outlandish are the customs that Europe’s tavern knows! It steeps men first in pleasure, the wine supplies at last.

Be it the awe of Nadir, be it the glory of a Tamerlane: At last all exploits are drowned in a barrel of wine

The cloistered hour is over, the arena’s hour begins; The lightning comes to asunder those cloudy skies at last!

It was too hard to withhold the flood of these truths, At last the Qalandar revealed the secrets of the Book