The sea is the sea. A palm's a palm.
An elephant's an elephant. A giraffe is tall.
Earth is earth. It faces the sky.
In between is where birds fly.
And when the park is tossed by wind,
earth stays put while branches bend.
Water runs on a bed of sand.
It shows up everywhere it flows.
If you think it dispels hunger
you must be a numbskulled dope.
Swim with your robe on. What do you get?
The swimmer and the robe get wet.
I call on bananas to be peeled
and honeyed with sweet syrup.
And kunafeh in sugared layers!
Without you, my heart burns up.
Hashish slayers, ready me
the vagabond gift that slays its slayer.
It'll revive you, if you let it.
And don't hold back. A small dose is wasted.
Life is sweet when you get high.
So many stoners are happy in life!
Hear me out, brothers. Its virtues are serious.
Take it from one with loads of experience.
By ‘Ali ibn Sudun (Meter: kāmil)
