Wish you prime of the moon

Alice, convert your sweet cottage like a shrine,

Every day begins with the song of the purple martin.

And an early guest to you is like the sunshine 

The musk roses grow only in fertile gardens.

Meet the guest at your door with a laughing,

Of course you have a right to raise a good question,

In feast or famine or in the blessed month of fasting 

Service to humanity has its reward in the resurrection.

A glass of raspberry juice that you offer to one 

By your sweet hands in the days of your unmarried youth 

It's as like a merry tune in the beach sands

On the floor of earth there are few days of amuse 

And entertain, and then only doom and gloom 

I am glad and wish see the prime of the moon 

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---Affaq