Translated by A. Z. Foreman - A Hundred Ways to Pray lyrics

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Translated by A. Z. Foreman - A Hundred Ways to Pray lyrics

We're wasted with pure spirit: drunk today and every day. Lock up your anguished musings. There is music yet to play. There are some hundred ways to make prostrations in that Mosque Where your Beloved's beauty is your Mecca: turn and pray.