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O Bulbul!
Brothers we
are, o bulbul, dear!
Yet how unlike, completely, we're!
I drink patience and chew my shame
You live to sing night and noon
my heart is smoke and raging flame
Your rosy heart's a charming tune
In afterlife you become a breeze
a dust, an echo sways with ease
But your brother chews his pain
in his shrouds in endless chain
Ah of when soul comes back in
And the Two Angels come and say:
"How… what…. Where… and when".
Will it be nice or cruel way?
All that will be tomorrow, then
the price of speech I will pay
How glad the earth's dust is!
How happy the bird's heart is!
I wish I'd been a lifeless bein',
a fiction can't be caught or seen
O God I am a sinful man. Please,
bestow on me some calming ease
Salma |
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