The sun is tired over the east, -
- Burning heat, give.
And the heart beats lonely
- among mosques and sores.
The drooping camels wander
And the caravan dozed off.
East, east and flame etudes,
The artist skilfully sketched-right!
Mullah will drag Zabur long
In taverns, opium is fading.
East, east, your cry is not guilty,
Hanging over the ancient town hall.