Would that a leave my prudence could grant
For me to bare all restraints to this wind
That it may whisk them as 'twould lint
For me to recline face-up in this rain
That it may remove my privation
For me to disown all sound save its own
That heralds a congress of ancients
For me to forego all hold on my limbs
That it may level me with the land
If only to spare my kith and kin
From an eventual burial
Would that a leave my prudence could grant
For me to bare all restraints to this wind
That it may whisk them as 'twould lint
For me to recline face-up in this rain
That it may remove my privation
For me to disown all sound save its own
That heralds a congress of ancients
For me to forego all hold on my limbs
That it may level me with the land
If only to spare my kith and kin
From an eventual burial
Would that a leave my prudence could grant
wow. I have never read anything with such a deeeeeep thought. May Allah bless you my darling poet. May the world fall in love with your poetry.
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