Under Magikal Mist

Deep calleth unto the heights from warm and sweet seas

Under magikal mist of the forenoon breeze:

‘It’s only ‘cause our feet lay upon the shoulder of giants

We happen to stand tall with the boulder of reliance

Bearing gifts in silver tipped talons from mystic mountains of love

Soaring this Scorpionic Eagle, fiery far up above

Diving in the Ocean of deep divine mercy, infinite love too

Having taken cloak of the sinner, just to pray for you

These tints of sorrow glimmer, in freshly dripped tears

The sword of Solomon bathed in heaven for years’

بلى، ها هو خذه