tell the south: If you go to bed, let me know
Like a breeze from the wind
deceived you, and you are a deceptive full moon
at night for his wrongdoing, cloudy
Time was generous, and I blamed you, and you would not see
How amazing is the generosity of time, and blaming me
And I strove hard in its oppression,
So listen to the article of the oppressed, the oppressed
the day of misery has increased after you, it’s a
led to me after a blissful day
and you settled in my heart, and your person is walking,
do not turn away from the afflicted and the resident
no where was my grandfather, and you are mine
King and my covenant from you is not reprehensible
Now I covet your love and write it down
the sergeant’s eye, And Abraham’s Gate?