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“From the bleak halls of the Achtrobs,
To the scented stalls of the Fergrofs,
From the Eyries of the mighty Ermeliaz,
To the woodman’s fruit carts,
From the creeks to the tributaries,
Of the mighty Ordizan,
To the trees and the bees,
Of the vast Ferhatsan,
From the pollen in the buttercups,
To the nests of the friendly doves,
Everything sings of the love,
A love that is Ertazregar!
A quenching of the thirsty heart,
A call to the soul from afar,
Ertazregar, Ertazregar, Ertazregar.”
Ezmiil Kahdechi, Hymn of Ertazregar, from my Novel The Traversers’ Memoirs Part I: wondrous Realms &Diverse Helms.
Rafi Syed (Mr.Green)