Quest! E

Whose song of sighs is

My lamp of every night

Whose lips smile makes 

The heart scarred

Incompetent are politicians, 

These little fish in the shoal

Guards of the garden will be 

Called Reverend, not Isfandiar! 

We have sold our lives

For the sake of afterlife

And temporary pleasures

For the permanent Eden 

Blue water mermaid

 Locked in a blue bottle 

Filled with blue water 

Rockets to the moon