Chidher (Friedrich Ruckert Poems)
Chidher, the ever youthful, told: I passed a city, bright to see; A man was culling fruits of gold, ...
Chidher, the ever youthful, told: I passed a city, bright to see; A man was culling fruits of gold, ...
From my childhood days, from my childhood days, Rings an old song's plaintive tone-- Oh, how long the ways, ...
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