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From the Farsi
When I have been drinking a lot
The Irish way — night and day —
I think who would wish to fall in love?
You cannot wish it to happen
Like the sun, once, happened,
You cannot let someone love you,
Without smelling early morning
dew on a rare May day.
And if not, well, loneliness is short,
The important thing is not to hate
But to learn how small you are
Under the heavens, under the stars.
I wish some things did not happen, but they do,
So I needed to learn how to live with despair.
I still wish I had more friends, but I am not easy to know
And anyway we are all alone on this rock
flying through space.
Dogs are rarely unkind, just hungry,
And they are loyal and to be trusted.
I am surprised dogs are absent from the gospels.
But life is like that, the good rarely get their due,
I wish I had an enemy or two,
But all that is too little, or too late.
