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سندبادنامه 332

English (machine translation) 332

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332.1

A terrible affair has befallen me from love, and what an affair! / Fortune has driven a thorn into my heart, and what a thorn!

332.3

15 Tale of the Lover, the Old Hag, and the Weeping Dog
The day drew toward the evening prayer, and nor did any scent of the rose of union with the beloved reach his senses.

332.5

The youth returned to his lodging with a roasted liver and weeping eyes: a night like the night
of those bitten by serpents, and a state like the state of the bereaved; neither any means of rest, nor
any possibility of flight. He kept repeating this ghazal:

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