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
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