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Relate to us some tale, O thorn;tale of this lake relate;Of moonlit-nights that did adornthe place, and how you fared.
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Be calm, and tell us what you knowof keepers of this lake.Today in wretched plight and woedifficult days you pass.
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Did realy all thy friends depart?thy loving associates?-With crimson fruit thou laden artthat fall all over thee.-
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If for the masters of this lake,you would such sorrow feel,How could you lovely blossoms makeand such a wealth of friut?
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The lake is dry, and brushwood growsabout the dusty banks;And human being rarely showshis face about the place.
II
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When waters ran abundantlybig fish, you wouldn't return;Today, tomorrow you will bein net of fishing-folk.
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O fish, you grew so over-fat,Butting against all that you met;Expanse of water now hath set-Dried is what once you saw.-
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"Into my heart their hook they thrust-the very flesh they cleft,They did not kill right-out, but leftperpetual sorrow's line."
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As great as is 'Thy' name, so greatthe mercy I implore-Without pillars without supports,thou my refuge e'er more-When Thou knowst everything beforeah me...why should I ask?
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Beloved, do not slacken thouThy ties with humble me;One so contemptible has gotno other hold but thee...Only thy sweet name, verilyI know and remember.
III
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Few nights of earth...o'er which your headyou lost Oh simpleton...Oh many more will come, when deadyou quite alone will lie.-
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Sleeper arise! akin to sinIs such a none can winBy sleeping recklessly.-
IV
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In the mountain there is chatter-cranes are wanting to go out;They discussed last night the matter and this morning they are gone.
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Have you then forgotten quiteand their talk you never heardWhen preparing, they last nightHad decided to depart.-
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Oh my crane, your flock has gone-it departed yesterday-Ah, without loved-one, alonewhat will you in mountains do.
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They in conveys travel ever,their connections never cut-Not like man their kinship sever,Oh, behold the loving birds.
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O man, at dawn what glitters brighttake not for drops of dew.But seeing sorrowing ones, the nightBurst into thousand tears.
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Trouble will come to those, who doIn 'face' and 'from' delight-Fools laugh and laugh, forgetting quitethe task that they came for.
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Degenerates enamoured wereOf forth,...milk tasted not,They lost 'Direction' through world's shareand empty-handed went.
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Today a bridegroom gay and strong-tomorrow lies in grave;Building a fort of sand...how longwill you be builing still.
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