Today, the foretold day of doom it does appear
Once again, with rouge on her cheeks she does appear
Yes, I too, had heard that the preachers were displeased
But, what is this that intent on murder they do appear?
Is it those intoxicating glances, or the magic of the Monsoon?
Shaken to the core the heart's walls and door do appear
Oh, do not ask me friends, of the ways of the city of the rich
Even as they embrace, in their hands, weapons do appear
Be it the mendicant on the street, or the owner of throne and crown
To me, Sifar, each one His debtor does appear
Once again, with rouge on her cheeks she does appear
Yes, I too, had heard that the preachers were displeased
But, what is this that intent on murder they do appear?
Is it those intoxicating glances, or the magic of the Monsoon?
Shaken to the core the heart's walls and door do appear
Oh, do not ask me friends, of the ways of the city of the rich
Even as they embrace, in their hands, weapons do appear
Be it the mendicant on the street, or the owner of throne and crown
To me, Sifar, each one His debtor does appear
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