Good luck to John John Bi Man Merv, my friends in the gardens of my blessings, I go to my feud, and my marsh, O my landless land, and O my time, Merv, this world is happy with you, and that world is happy with you, and that worldless world, and that worldless world, you are a thorn in my flower. Irrensless people call you love, and I sultan of love above you and that and that without me.
