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A great deal
of days has passed of life
Without
fulfilling even a single aspire
Ambition
always arouses ambition full of tempest like
A
dream-Bard’s imagination lastly nightmare
How many a
day since birth misused me in sloth
Cheated my
affection to affectation counseling none
Beguile of
time in my loftiness has become both
Tension and
impediment of life, summon.
My diligence
is not pruned by observations but confuted
Too much at
large, not taken for granted and believed
I swallowed
the flashy discourse and conference, be muted,
Of less
consideration save digestion; relieved
My repent
for the past days becomes the toothless
Serpent full
of poison, huffs but can’t injure
I plot
innumerous plans in seclusion curiously case
But
disposition and execution of arguments are checked sure
What a
pitiable thing is life
Not even
indulgence of love seems in its course
I for myself
will love the life
Then less tedious
and more enjoyable will be its force.
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