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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464648" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Banyan Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh! Overshadowing, evergreen Banyan, <br>Where have gone my vivacious playmates, <br>Who climbed up your reverend shoulders, <br>Clambered down by lowering, lurking roots? <br>And while playing they the run-and-catch, <br>Did hide themselves in the leafy boughs, <br>Mimicked the cuckoo in voice and tone.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh! Where have gone the contestants? <br>Playing cards sitting in the circles, <br>Patting hard upon the cards thrown, <br>Challenged with hope to win the game, <br>Pleasure they had, is unknown to the kings, <br>On the conquest of the distant continent, <br>Possessing oil-fields, fertile watery plains.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh! Where have gone the colourful damsels, <br>That swung ere the moon-soon winds blew, <br>Behind their necks fluttering Anchals1 flew, <br>Like the wings of hovering butterflies? <br>My eyes moved with the oscillating sight, <br>Now dashing down, now rising to the height; <br>With wonder I stood aside to understand, <br>They were nymphs or the earth pertained? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh! Your pensive thoughts have maddened me, <br>Why they broke the bonds, confounds me, <br>That ten-generation devotedly strengthened.<br>Though white blood runs into my old veins, <br>And do not have the human breathing heart, <br>Yet I weep and miss them more and more, <br>The tickling tiny feet might have grown old, <br>Or they might have cherished love for gold, <br>Or might have they found the cooler shades.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Since long no one plays the run-and-catch, <br>No one titillates my crude hard shoulders, <br>No longer I hear laughter of the real conquest.<br>No colourful damsel plies with my aged arms, <br>No ploughman comes staggering to have rest, <br>Snorts deep while the wind blows to the West.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q>
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Where have gone my vivacious playmates, 
Who climbed up your reverend shoulders, 
Clambered down by lowering, lurking roots? 
And while playing they the run-and-catch, 
Did hide themselves in the leafy boug..."></div>
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