-1-
I've been waiting for your harvest
On my threshing floor for years
The appearance of your beauty
Those who will carry your burden
...And why are they delaying?!
-2-
And she grew weary of her imagination
Sacks of sweat
It crosses her mind
To escape her burden
And not remain weary.
-3-
On the threshing floors of sorrows
Anew is being created
With your harvest that was
In it the field was joyful
The joy of a child on feast day.
-4-
Apparently, your harvest is an illusion
Harvested by my arms
It withers in the hand of understanding
It catches up with moans the arrow
Is it blown away by my presence?
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