  Weep not for the waning rose Sigh not when the south wind blows, Drown reflection in the can, Dissipated Mussulman; Better to be glad than sad, By the waves of Rocknabad. If the truth must be confest, Youth’s a juggle, love’s a jest, Life’s a comic caravan, Discontented Mussulman; Better to be glad than sad, By the waves of Rocknabad. Eat your crust and drink your wine, Deem the girl you love divine, Make you merry for a span, Philosophic Mussulman; Better to be glad than sad, By the waves of Rocknabad. |
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