The masked knight

This is Damascus, God's paradise on earth. It is imagined with its green meadows and flower gardens, and with its breeze that rises and makes bodies wake up, and leaves that souls cheer for, and the footsteps pass by and the flowers cling to his tail, and these are its streams that run in a sweet trickle that harmonizes with the birds' songs, separating and meeting, thus depicting life between despair. And hope, and then it continues to stumble among the brush, descending until it meets the...