Al Male’ Al Ala

The great hall stands ready
Lit with gay candelabra and subtler lights
Everyone is there
Here a rainbow fan of peacock
There Himalayan peaks huddle over racing forms

A pavane of extraordinary grandeur and refinement
Sweet voices rise up on unseen wings
Delicate hooves beat rhythm
Drunks clink their glasses in syncopation

Did you hear the tremendous tidings?
Did you think it the beating of your own heart?
My dear, mistakes like that are common

A caravan of delight parades before the Arsh Throne
Singing: Now! Now!

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