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AJABAN (How strange) How strange is man's carelessness He passed through life with pride and peace I thought of life it became my home Like some passengers homes The comfort of people union in it is one Its littleness and plenty are the same Till when is my endurance? As if I were underground and then blessed with two fellows I want multiply of more and more If I confined my self to what's little, it would have been enough How good parents are As if I am displeased with my place by being close to them Worries prepare me to the world Searching for my dignity in disgrace Denying me if the moist earth was piled up over me Hide and deserted me |
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