Neither the earth is mine nor sky,
Nor the scented flowers, nor the sun;
Nor the stars nor the moon that shines
Almost all the nights for everyone.
Many pleasant days, starry nights
Fresh mornings, beautiful evenings are gone.
But no calm could ever walk by me,
Except the sorrow, despair and the deep moan.
One day there will be no sun,
No moon, no star, no earth, no sky:
But my pain is so blessed,
It may never die.
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