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Yesterday I clutched his skirt saying, “O essence [jewel] of generosity, do not say goodnight, do not grieve us, for tonight you are mine.”
Once again a melody has come from the reed pipe of fortune; O soul, clap hands, O heart, stamp feet.
You who are weary of us, we are very desirous; you who have withdrawn from the road, where is the courtesy of fellowtraveling?
Bird-catcher, you have set a hidden snare; over the snare you have laid smoke-colored fabric.
You swore an oath that henceforth you would be cruel; now you break your oath and finish with cruelty.
Reed, very sweet it is that you know the secrets; that one does the work who has knowledge of the work.