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Out on the windswept plains of Q'ara Q'orum A mule and man lay dying in the sun The wings of Angel Azra'il beat o'er him Allah proclaimed his dying had come |
Pel desert de Q'ara Q'orum una mula i un home es moria al sol. Les ales de l'àngel Azra'il el batia a sobre, Allà proclamà que la seva mort ha arribat |
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When suddenly to his astonished vision The mule into a maiden was transformed As lovely as the houris of Elysium She raised his head onto her white arm |
Quan de sobte, davant els seus ulls astorats la mula s'ha transformat en una dona; tan maca com les houris de l'Eliseu, li aixecava el cap al seu braç blanc. |
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