| A Gourd climbed up a Pine Tree's trunk |
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| What is man, and what his fortune? |
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| Repentant am I of my sins, O God! |
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| The Minstrel now attunes his lute afresh |
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| What greatest of all blessing is |
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| The Tulip is unrightly compared to her beauty |
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| My mistress has become reconciled again to my rivals, Alas! Alas! |
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| He who gains, and spends, and gives, a gallant is he |
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| Know thou well this world its state, what is, is; what is not, is not |
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| Thou hast never learnt the Chieftan's art, Bahram |
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