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Music of youth
To whom the springs have teased, that's the music Of youth, to him the time seeks, that's my life. My story is like a singing stream running By the shore with a music sweet, whenever I make someone my colleague, from the garden I will bring buds of flowers and may adorn Her skirt with these, from the lamps of stars I may furnish that head of ours, then we would Likely stroll together like the young birds In a vineyard, we have got to live in this world. Beyond our fears. I have been lulled to sleep Within the bonnie flowers, my life's story Is different from the others and that's clear In my starry tears, It's a tradition here that Through fate, we become the lovers To whom springs have teased that's the music Of youth, to him the time seeks that's my life. ---- Affaq Naibe