There were three wise menIn the land of the Niger Area One came from
This old placeWhere the river joins the sky And the lilies grow
Every syllable of your wordsRing past these careful walls How can I sleep in this beautiful glass house? Lying next to
It was a dark night in May at Durbar Creek Across the marshland, the wind blew slowly
Palm trees of a strange
The Oasis and the diamond Confuse me, and I don’t know Which among the two is like you So rare, so
There is a whisper in my soul Like the sweet stirrings Of an untamed melody Swinging me back and forth
I sprang forth from the Intricate merging of human souls My story has been told before Right under the withered baobab