1
Relate to us some tale, O thorn;
tale of this lake relate;
Of moonlit-nights that did adorn
the place, and how you fared.
2
Be calm, and tell us what you know
of keepers of this lake.
Today in wretched plight and woe
difficult days you pass.
3
Did realy all thy friends depart?
thy loving associates?-
With crimson fruit thou laden art
that fall all over thee.-
4
If for the masters of this lake,
you would such sorrow feel,
How could you lovely blossoms make
and such a wealth of friut?
5
The lake is dry, and brushwood grows
about the dusty banks;
And human being rarely shows
his face about the place.
II
6
When waters ran abundantly
big fish, you wouldn't return;
Today, tomorrow you will be
in net of fishing-folk.
7
O fish, you grew so over-fat,
Butting against all that you met;
Expanse of water now hath set-
Dried is what once you saw.-
8
"Into my heart their hook they thrust-
the very flesh they cleft,
They did not kill right-out, but left
perpetual sorrow's line."
9
As great as is 'Thy' name, so great
the mercy I implore-
Without pillars without supports,
thou my refuge e'er more-
When Thou knowst everything before
ah me...why should I ask?
10
Beloved, do not slacken thou
Thy ties with humble me;
One so contemptible has got
no other hold but thee...
Only thy sweet name, verily
I know and remember.
III
11
Few nights of earth...o'er which your head
you lost Oh simpleton...
Oh many more will come, when dead
you quite alone will lie.-
12
Sleeper arise! akin to sin
Is such a none can win
By sleeping recklessly.-
IV
13
In the mountain there is chatter-
cranes are wanting to go out;
They discussed last night the matter
and this morning they are gone.
14
Have you then forgotten quite
and their talk you never heard
When preparing, they last night
Had decided to depart.-
15
Oh my crane, your flock has gone-
it departed yesterday-
Ah, without loved-one, alone
what will you in mountains do.
16
They in conveys travel ever,
their connections never cut-
Not like man their kinship sever,
Oh, behold the loving birds.
17
O man, at dawn what glitters bright
take not for drops of dew.
But seeing sorrowing ones, the night
Burst into thousand tears.
18
Trouble will come to those, who do
In 'face' and 'from' delight-
Fools laugh and laugh, forgetting quite
the task that they came for.
19
Degenerates enamoured were
Of forth,...milk tasted not,
They lost 'Direction' through world's share
and empty-handed went.
20
Today a bridegroom gay and strong-
tomorrow lies in grave;
Building a fort of sand...how long
will you be builing still.
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