(contributed by Devamitra
Habbanan Beneath the Stars (BLT I))
In Habbanan beneath the skies
Where all roads end however long
There is a sound of faint echoes
And distant echoes of a song,
For there men gather into rings
Round their red fires while one voice sings —
And all about is night
(And all about is night).
Not night as ours, unhappy folk,
Where nigh the Earth in hazy bars,
A mist about the springing of the stars,
There trails a thin and wandering smoke
Obscuring with its veil half-seen
The great abysmal still Serene.
A globe of dark glass faceted with light
Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight;
Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain
That watches for the moon that long has lain
And caught the meteorsТ fiery rain —
Such there is night.
(Repeat 2nd verse)
Еand caught the meteorsТ fiery rain
If I am dead and gone, would you remain Е.
(«remain» repeated x times)