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I should procure such straws for my nest from somewhere
For burning which the lightning may be restless |
Alas! O despair! The sky broke it down intently
Whichever branch I selected for my nest |
You are contending with the seventy two nations
One goblet of yours suits the whole world best |
I should create some such longing in my heart
So the sky may turn around to annihilate me best |
Collect your harvest first by picking it grain by grain
Some thunderbolt will surely come out to annihilate it |
I had regard for the failure of the hunter, O friend
Otherwise, why could I come over flying for one grain? |
The heart should not sing freedom’s song in this garden
Ah! This garden is not suitable for such odes. |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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