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Come, for today we are the quarry of the King, we have no need for self and the world.
I was intent on seeking a stratagem, that that moon-faced one might set his face on mine.
I departed, ridding the world of the trouble of my presence, I escaped from anguish with my life;
We are dancing like motes, we obey the command of your sun.
Last night I vowed anew, I swore an oath by your life,
If I do not express in speech your elegance, I have your love within my breast.
On the day when you pass over my grave, bring to mind this terror and confusion of mine;