Life is mere verdant thicket applying.
If its left side is green, its other side is drying.
A grieved home without hope it is just disasters.
Its pleasure is mere transient dream to all dreamers.
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O, whom he misgives into singing bird is wrong
I didn't think anyone carry this stingy feature for long
If all peoples' ears would listen to its sound
Its sound will be not lessened or multiplied
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? Did you secure thyself from separation you decided already
Alas, act of God and fate do against thy will certainly
Still I am crying from separation misgiving eagerly
Yet rain and wind cry with me upon thee passionately
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