O Friend! O Pal! O Chum
Come, come, come Please do come
Coming See, loving whom I gone to ghost.
Empty-pocketed
Dreaming abed
Engaging in brown study think all bluffers;
All sly; none offered me a royal post.
All trump cards
Flown like birds
Now my garlanded neck on the stocks;
My plump and fleshy body would be roast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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