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Paradise

Brooks of heaven flow,
Go chanting the divine name;
Birds, alive, curve, draw
Holy circles in a game.

Gentle trees glow in gold,
Their young roots disdain the earth,
Their hungry roots searching upwards
Wash down their thirst with Allah's name.

Older branches bend; ripe
With weight they understand,
Gently observe the red rose pray
Mad with perfumed flame.

New-born souls bite the tight-skinned fruit,
Smiles shine on them in gold;
They sip the outpoured juice, taste life's end,
Receive the clothes of Paradise.

Their fair faces round as the moon,
Their soft words fresh as the morn,
Wise Houri girls play among souls,
Ponder with them on Allah's name.

The soul which burns for the maker,
Its tears will flow like a river,
Its bones refine to a reed,
Chant His name with restrained greed.

             Murat Nemet-Nejat
             The Exquisite Corpse, 1993

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