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The poet do the poems to his wife:
«You are my light, and my star, and my dawn.
You are close to me is sweet to me,
I do not see you is bitterly! »
But here the wife is — the star and the light
Appeared, she stood at the threshold.
«Again you are here, 'the poet exclaim
Allow me work, for the God's sake! »
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem