A poem by Adel Bishtawi The ancient astronomer, gathered his students around, We’re guided by stars, So, listen to what I say, I’ll tell you once, Before the break of day, The brightest star in the south is Acrux, The brightest in the west is Venus, The brightest in the north is Polaris, These are the chambermaids, But the princess of them all, Is not above, Turn...
THE ANCIENT ASTRONOMER
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