To the Departing Daughter
Making the house, the yard, the streets desolate,
To depart is the daughter’s perennial fate,
May upon your head overshadow benedictions,
To shield you against sufferings, thorns of hate,
And always taste you sweet fragrant pleasures,
The loosened tears become roses, soon or late.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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