Taken, par Ibrahims Kone

I will sit by this riverside

And never take my gaze off it

By God pearls have passed this tide

None to my neck have fit

Words have come out of pride

No rope to pull a bit

The friend stepped in the ride

And stole the whole of it

Darkness has fallen inside

Despite thousands of candle lit

I am taken by the enchanting bride

There remains nowhere to take a seat.

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