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I said: Then, be my companion for we are kith and kin!
He replied: I do not know my kin from strangers I am a heartlorn and unturbaned
hungover in the tavern My breast swells heavy with a weight of words
shall I get them of my chest, or no? When you walk with cripples
you have to learn to limp I gave you this advice before
from the sagest source have you ignored it?
What a good little sot you are are you denser than a stick of wood?
For in the end the Moaning Pillar cried: Sun of Truth from Tabriz!
Now that you have stirred such ravishing revolt in motion
why do you avoid us?