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I am a park
Come, sit here and laugh
Bask in the sun
and while your day away
among my velvet green fields
the silver trees,
the plentiful flowerbeds
and bracing arbours.
And when the icy
evening lowers,
go home, selfish
citizens, go home.
I will cope all night,
all by myself,
with the falling snow.

Translated by Muhammad Salim-ur-rahman  

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