A dusty wind had raged, a storm, too had been
A gaze had lifted, a death there had been
Why, walking the street, should one curse me?
Am I the only idiot that in this world has been?
And how do i tell you now, the magic of that blossoming beauty?
Enough to say that I, young just that day had been
Yesterday, in the river, I caught a glimpse of myself
As though, in that timeless flow, immersed I, too had been
My funeral procession Sifar, moved with such a jaunt
We hear the slayer herself despondent has been
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