Hasan Zaman Mohd. RezaERabbi


The Poor Humanity!

O’ my dears,
Green grasses grasp the sunlight,
To have Osiris* rebirth,
Sophocles plays his flute, to make cry the sky
Horas* gives the sounds of the rain,
As grows the bloody pain
The poor humanity!

Come here and sit with me,

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