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Although a spinner, not dependupon yourself entirely;The knowing buyer faults at endmay find within your thread.
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As long as you can spin, spin on,work-season soon declines;All spinners are...but work of allis not in favour lines-She ne'er breaks thread, nor for rest pineswho has realized the truth.
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This phase will end so soon, as long,you acn spin, spinning keep-For your Eid do prepare a workof art, and success reap.That scorching tears you may not weep'midst your girl friends tomorrow.
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Toil on and feel not proud, or elseyour Lord offended be-The wheel turn...round your neck hang scarfOf sweet humility...You little faulty one-then seeyour work is not in vain.
II
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When connoisseurs arrived, they found,the flaws that did not please.They called to spinner...in their waythey asked: "How made you these?""Untidy I, have failed to teasethe lumps from out the yarn."-
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With rancour in their hearts, althoughwith fine yarn spools they fill,Not even an ounce the expert willOf their product accept.-
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Wondrous devotion spinners have,who tremble, spin and spin;For earning good, in spinning yardat sun-rise they begin-Such soul-beauty the connoisseurseven for themselves would winYarn spun by spinners so genuinewithout weighing they buy.-
III
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Who in themselves the cotton thrashtheir thread,s without compeer;The 'whirr' of spinning wheel, they wouldnot let their life's breath hear,-Secretly, tremlingly they goon spinning so sincere-Those that refuse the jewels here,priceless themselves they are.
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Now yesterday you did not spin-Today you have no time to spend;...You silly one, how long the friendshall overlook your faults?
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The spinners, spinning, spinning were-but now not one I spy-Spinning wheels in disorder lie,and sitting huts are closed.-
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I neither see same cotton-podsnor spinners are the same-So empty the bazar becometo see it, breaks my hearts!
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Wool in my tunic, I proceedto spinning-yard...alas,No single spinner breathing wasthey'd gone to sleep for aye.
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