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One fine day came
from far distant land
A wonderful bird, and it took
Although you did not know him, like him
in our groves;
It was here, as often, the notes.
a Phoenix it was, and it is urgent. The birds
band to greet him;
It makes the yard and tell him where he dwells,
Man courting his favor, it must acknowledge
self-envy and malice,
That such beauty you never saw.
Springs, his voice sounded
Fulfills all with delight:
M; calleth on his divine song,
And hasten to adorn him with glory, is only then
All striving to raise
With praise and honor him.
The Nightingale confesses aloud
savers never sang to hear.
Peacock always on the phoenix looks
order to view its to refresh him.
admiration replenish all hearts:
thinks of separation is only pain.
The phoenix is glorified as Son of Heaven,
As a bird-king very much;
With wonder only one speaks of
like him, not from the fire consumed,
Taper from the heat doth not
And before the flame anger trembles.
But while praising the Phoenix, a turtledove
sighs softly.
The husband hears, and notes
The silence her gently.
"It excited the envy, as it seems?"
"Oh, no!" - She replied, and weep.
"bless your good fortune of this bird?
quite different I feel in my heart: I'm sorry for
only his misfortune,
and fill my breast with pain.
The poor man stands alone:
How can he be happy "
from far distant land
A wonderful bird, and it took
Although you did not know him, like him
in our groves;
It was here, as often, the notes.
a Phoenix it was, and it is urgent. The birds
band to greet him;
It makes the yard and tell him where he dwells,
Man courting his favor, it must acknowledge
self-envy and malice,
That such beauty you never saw.
Springs, his voice sounded
Fulfills all with delight:
M; calleth on his divine song,
And hasten to adorn him with glory, is only then
All striving to raise
With praise and honor him.
The Nightingale confesses aloud
savers never sang to hear.
Peacock always on the phoenix looks
order to view its to refresh him.
admiration replenish all hearts:
thinks of separation is only pain.
The phoenix is glorified as Son of Heaven,
As a bird-king very much;
With wonder only one speaks of
like him, not from the fire consumed,
Taper from the heat doth not
And before the flame anger trembles.
But while praising the Phoenix, a turtledove
sighs softly.
The husband hears, and notes
The silence her gently.
"It excited the envy, as it seems?"
"Oh, no!" - She replied, and weep.
"bless your good fortune of this bird?
quite different I feel in my heart: I'm sorry for
only his misfortune,
and fill my breast with pain.
The poor man stands alone:
How can he be happy "
Claris de Florian
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