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  • My Heart is turned into a Wailing Child, by Nahabed Kouchak

    (Fifteenth Century) MY heart is turned into a wailing child,     In vain with sweets I seek to still its cries ;Sweet love, it calls for thee in sobbings wild     All day and night, with longing and with sighs.          What solace can I give it ? I showed my eyes the fair ones of this earth     And tried to please…

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  • O Night, be long, by Nahabed Kouchak

    O NIGHT, be long—long as an endless year !Descend, thick darkness, black and full of fear !     To-night my heart’s desire has been fulfilled—     My love is here at last—a guest concealed ! Dawn, stand behind seven mountains—out of sight,Lest thou my loved one banish with thy light ;     I would for ever thus in darkness rest     So I…

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