the heaven's curtains, if i say open will they open?
in the bourne of tales, does it snow in the autumn?
you had white hair, and a cackle like the sun
the brooks of the heavens cried for you
now you are far away from here, you are on the throne of the winds
maybe you are at the lands of tales, in the wake of the mount kaf
wake up, wake up from sleep, among the secrets,
would you pick some stars from the gate of heavens for me?