Waiting

[Guest guest]

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I saw a wise man dying of starvation.

 

Leaves fall in the slightest

wind in December.

 

And I saw a wealthy man beating his cook

for some mistake with the spices.

 

Since then, I Lalla, have been waiting

for my love of this place to leave me.

 

- Lalla

14th Century North Indian mystic

 

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From " Naked Song "

Versions by Coleman Barks

Maypop, 1992