“
          The Eager Traveler
 Even in the torture chamber, I was the lucky one;
 When each lottery was over, unaccountably I had won.
 And even the mightiest rivers found accessible refuge in me;
 Though I was called an arid desert, I turned out to be the sea.
 And how sweetly I remember you, oh, my wild, delectable love — 
Like the purest white blossoms, on talented branches above. 
 And while I’m half-convinced that folks adore me in this town,
 Still, all the hands I kissed held knives and tried to shake me down. 
 You lost the battle, my coward friend, my craven enemy,
 When, to victimize my lonely soul, you sent a despoiling army.
 Lost in the wastelands of vast love, I was an eager traveler,
 Like a breeze in search of your fragrance, a vagabond explorer.
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