You carryAll the ingredientsTo turn your life into a nightmare-Don't mix them!
You have all the geniusTo build a swing in your backyardfor God.That soundsLike a hell of a lot more fun.Let's start laughing, drawing blueprints,Gathering our talented friends.I will help youWith my divine lyre and drum.HafizWill sing a thousand wordsYou can take into your hands,Like golden saws,Silver hammers,Polished teakwood,Strong silk rope.You carry all the ingredientsTo turn existence into joy,Mix them, mixThem!