Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
I wish you peace my son.
But why do you suffer so much
As if a smoldering cauldron
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I cannot find a bridge
Between your birthday and my own days
Looking back from the verge of the approaching night
‘May you be happy’ this I wish.
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There is a girl who is very small
But she holds the entire village in her thrall
Everybody is in awe
And calls her a very good girl.
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The kites float in the distant sky
The crows fly
In the morning
Again and again the cuckoos cry.
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I ask him who works in gold
With so much love
For whom do you make this ornament?
He says, it is only for her whom I love.
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Don't judge
The place you are stationed at
Is merely a small corner of this vast universe
You can see how much?
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