Come, come, you will never find a friend like me.
Where is a beloved like me in all the world?
Come, don’t waste your life running back and forth.
You are like a dry valley, I am the rain.
You are a city laid to waste, I am the architect.
Come!
translated by Talat S. Halman
How can you read something that wonderful, and not respond with, “Uh, sure, I’m coming! Hey, wait up!”
My thoughts exactly.
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