Daraish: Are you calling me "Blue Nightingale"?!

You say you’ve seen the blue glow among the celestial bodies (1),

Like a meteor and its shimmer in the nights,

And the journey of caravans whose pace was measured in dirhams,

And rising dust with no beginning or end.

A rosary of beads has fallen from the hands of the organizer,

The thread has unraveled, and time for amusement has passed.

A year’s cycle... and the maximum term is five years,

Conditions ripen, and the “Mullahs” come to an end.

A system carved from stone, hewing idols, will fall,

And the foundation of the palace will collapse, however high it may be.

(1) The celestial bodies