Like the lily that is uprooted
And thrust in a mountain of dung
Where it withers into forgetfulness
And nourishes the soils of the earth
Like the lily pulled away from the riverbank
And held close to my heart
Where it caresses my soul
And soothes me into humanity
Like a gift of the coloured rose
And a gift for the true heart
Where it makes things bloom
And the prince of peace urges me on
Like the true lily from the valley
That asks for wisdom
Where it makes this Suleiman wise
And more grand than none
Like this nourishing lily, soothing lily
And this gift of wisdom
Where it in it we shall rise
And smile again.
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