They're gathered in circles

the lamps light their faces

The crescent moon rocks in the sky

The poets of drumming

keep heartbeats suspended

The smoke swirls up and then it dies





Would you like my mask?

would you like my mirror?

cries the man in the shadowing hood

You can look at yourself

you can look at each other

or you can look at the face of your god





The stories are woven

and fortunes are told

The truth is measured by the weight of your gold

The magic lies scattered

on rugs on the ground

Faith is conjured in the night market's sound





Would you like my mask?

would you like my mirror?

cries the man in the shadowing hood

You can look at yourself

you can look at each other

or you can look at the face of your god





The lessons are written

on parchments of paper

They're carried by horse from the river Nile

says the shadowy voice

In the firelight, the cobra

is casting the flame a winsome smile





Would you like my mask?

would you like my mirror?

cries the man in the shadowing hood

You can look at yourself

you can look at each other

or you can look at the face of your god