East of Ginger Trees

Go east of your dream and farm

Let peace and silence spin your yarn

What harm can befall thee in yon wilderness of clove?

Go on east of ginger trees

Go soft and silent like the breeze

With ease be off and wander in yon wilderness of clove

Go on past the goldenrods

Where fools and angels lose their odds

And gods of our ancestors did immerse themselves in clove

Go on toward the crimson shore

Beyond this life of metaphors

Where doors of understanding's house decorates he them with clove

Be lions roaring in the forests of knowledge

Whales swimming in the oceans of life

Prepare to meet Bahá'u'llá'h in the garden of clove