You are full of tricks, yet nothing hides, from the sun that never sets. This is a weak square, I will take it, who cares! I’ll feed my illusion, no enemy intrusion, no delusion! There is a will, but there might be no way. The hourglass spilled its sand, through the deserts of hope. This is a weak square, I will take it, who cares! I’ll feed my illusion, no enemy intrusion, no delusion! The board is empty, yet every piece is yours. A king falls, a pawn rises, press the clock, and write your move. دل به بازی بده، تقدیر خاموش است “Give your heart to the game, fate is silent.” This is a weak square, I will take it, who cares! I’ll feed my illusion, no enemy intrusion, no delusion! The wine waits, for the hand that dares to play. What fate conceals, the heart must still obey. شراب حقیقت در جام تاریک است “The wine of truth is in a darkened cup.” The trickster smiles, the game begins again. سایه و نور یکیاند “Shadow and light are one.”
