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Harp
Make a harp of your pain.
And become like a nightingale,
and become like a flower.
When bitter years arrive
make a harp of your pain
and make of it a song.
Don't wrap your wound
but only with rose-branches.
Lustful I give you myrrh
- for balm - and drugs.
Don't wrap your wound,
and your blood a purple.
Keep saying to the Gods "may I be quenched!"
but hold the glass.
Despise your days when
they become a feast for you.
Keep saying to the Gods "may I be quenched!"
but say it with a smile.
Make a harp of your pain.
And refresh the lips
at the lips of your wound.
At a dawn, at a sunset,
make an harp of your pain
and smile and be quenched.
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