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KAM TASHTAKI (Many of you complain)Many of you complain and say that you are poor While you own the earth, the sky and the stars The fields with their flowers, fragrances, the breeze and The singing nightingale are all yours Water is all around you like sparkling silver Sun is above you like burning gold The light builds and sometimes destroys embellishing pearls On foots and at the tops The world received you so cheerfully So why are you gloomy And it smiled for you So why don't you smile If you are depressed for past glory How far it will return by sighs If you are afraid from befalling misfortunes How far it will be prevented by gloom Or if you have passed your youth Don't say time became old As time does not age Look still appearing from moist earth So beautiful pictures that they would almost speak |
