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تسجيلThe Rider
Feb 11, 2021 09:40 AM Feb 11, 2021 09:40 AM
Welcome Rider Highwayman ragged with hunger and cold frightened by winds Come, retreat to my tent Rest awhile, lay down your sword This fire that warms the soul is for you This dew-washed robe is for you and the wine stored in the tent, the mare poised to charge, the lance made of lightning, are all for you and yours is the pillow but don't let sleep swallow you up for those caravans filling the horizon come for you they come for you, for you, for you they come for you. _______________ Translated by Lena jayyusi and Cbristopber Middleton
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