In the depth of heart
There resides a mystic bird
It sings and dances
With the image of immortality
I feel like hearing
The praise of nobility
But the bird whispers me
To continue noble task
Not to hanker after laudation and delectation
The bird bearing the savour nobility
On its back and again whispers me
To hold patience
To hold the wings of good outcome.
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