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Loose Translations From Russian Khayyam's Rubai
If there’s no riot that’s not love.
It’s just a smoke of a fire which’s up.
For love is ever blazing fire
Like wound which stings the lover’s heart.
Love shines like ever shining Sun.
Love sings like heaven’s bird’s song.
Not love sweet nightingale’s sounds
But is love dying from it without ‘em.
My passion is like an infectious plague
Which took my heart by simple mistake:
My woman is passionate over another man,
So where is the doctor who could make us feel well?