One has stern reason
To judge the disgraces.
You never suffer again,
Under the sky lies deceit,
Little love is a compulsion
For the criminals of your right.
The moon lies sweet
In the night sky due to tears
Taken by the beloved.
One has a severity in the heart,
One fears that the tide of grief
Overwhelms a few who despise
All moons and all criminals
Whose secrets are buried
By the rich and wealthy,
The gods of plenty and wine.
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