While puffing in 'Duduk'
Death plunges, fainted alone
In desolated deserts.
No wind lulling,
No lightning amusing,
Nor house shading,
Not even ' a black weeping clouds'
yearning to companionship
While puffing in 'Duduk'
Heart plunges, fainted,
till the perfume melodies:
flows into, and watering
the pale dry grass.
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