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All of us with loins girt are waiting
for the bark.
All of us with loins girt are waiting for the bark.
A good many have gone before the rest will
soon
embark.
Vex us not O fragrant breeze go mind your
task.
You are in a mood to tickle we feel
distraught.
Their heads rest at the Saqi's feet their
fancy
skyward soars.
The drinkers are at present in a different
mood
absorbed.
Fagged out we sink and squat too weak to
stand.
Stuck in the street of desire like footprints
on the
path.
Such is our crippled state by weariness
waylaid.
For hours on end listless we lie wherever a
shade
doth fall.
Who cares for poise and patience what is name
or
fame?
We have mourned over this stuff buried it once
for
all.
The whirl wheel of Time Insha spares not a
soul,
God be thanked some friends are left to sit
together
and talk. |
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