In the gardens of paradise
Gathers the caravan of devotees
Some sits beside the Houris
And imbibes the sacred wine
Some stone-toungued Mulla
On their lips
Always floated
The sacred text of the Divine Book
But their hearts remained brimmed
With evil and envy
They’re condemned to be away
From the court of the Holy Apostel
Riding on the back of their fast and royal steeds
Passing through narrow gorges
The generous horsemen
Make it to the paradise
And take their niche
Beside the Houris.
