O’beloved where will you meet


Happiness or grief
No matter what the seasons bring
In autumn,
In spring,
Only for you he sings
That song like a lamentation
unceasingly flowing from his lips,

"Far from the meadows or far from the streets
O'beloved where will you meet
In search of you
A shepherd lost in the flock of sheeps"

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