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Book1 Prologue

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Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,
Lamenting its banishment from its home:


'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,
My plaintive notes have moved men and women to tears.
I burst my breast, striving to give vent to sighs,
And to express the pangs of my yearning for my home.
He who abides far away from his home
Is ever longing for the day he shall return.

My wailing is heard in every throng,
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Muzaffar Darzie 30 March 2018

Thanks alot for posting such great poems brings relief and hope to my broken soul.

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Upendra Upm 20 April 2017

Each interprets my notes, (not manifest in sensual eye and ear) in harmony with his own feelings but no one fathoms the secret of my heart, poet says....physician of pride and self-conceit, Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven.

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* Sunprincess * 29 January 2014

.........love the references to music, religion and love...a poet with a beautiful view..

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