At the farthest corner of the world
There is my village small and smart.
Birds chirp there, farmers render songs,
Flowers sprinkle flavor all the year round.
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Meaningless is the song of a cuckoo
And the song of a dove;
Nothing is so much important
On earth but love.
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Having soaked up her two eyes in tears,
The dying year said in a crying tone, 'Dear,
Adieu! The bell of my departure has rung.'
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The killers are killing--
Keep silent, dear.
With cold corpses, they are filling
The beautiful earth--Still make no sound, Dear!
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I love Mexico; it's a land of love.
On its green trees nightingale, myna, dove
Sing songs all months. Its wind is wet always
With fragrance of roses. Its Sun gives rays,
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I went to a flower-shop of my town.
I asked the florist, 'Why have you chosen
This profession? Is it the cause that you
Love flowers most? ' He said, 'No, sir, I have
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I can recognize her if I see again.
Only I have forgotten her address.
Her sweet face, her blue eyes- I can remember all.
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Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness
Of two souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life
Of fairies. Seeing that, bodies spread the sighs
Of hell into their eyes, lips and faces.
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Look how the sun rises and sets,
Earth becomes heaven where man lives;
It is man who gets and forgets;
It is God who gives and forgives.
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I asked him, ‘Tigers devour deer;
Why do deer live beside the tigers then? '
‘They will live beside the tigers; it is the doctrine.
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