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One day a Spider was telling a Fly 'Everyday on this route you are passing by' But not for once did my fortune trigger That, towards my home you never got nearer It matters not if from strangers you abstain But away from friends you shouldn't remain My home if you come That shall be my honor! That ladder in the front Will reach you to your friend When heard the fly the talk of the Spider-friend (It said) O Sire! Play this game on the ignorant This fly is not among the foolish ones Who goes up your ladder and never returns Hearing this the Spider said, "Ah! You think a traitor I am? A fool like you will nowhere be found. Lord knows from where you came flying? If you remain at my home what is wrong? Many are the things for you to see Although a small hut it is when from outside you see On the doors are hanging curtains very fine On the walls are mirrors that is full of shine Said the fly: Fine! What you say is true but, Your home I will come not. O Lord! Save me from such subtle discourse Once laid on them, then I will never arise! When listened the Spider the talk of the Fly It thought of a plan to bring the little one nigh A hundred things with flattery is got done Everyone in this world is a slave when put this crown These things did the Spider think And said, 'Lord has given u a high rank.' In love I am with your face That began when I saw you at once Your eyes are shining like diamond Your head with a crest has Allah adorned This beauty, this attire, this splendor, this honor And a resurrection it is your flight in the air Pity arose in the fly when heard this flattery It said 'I wish not to cause you any agony' The habit of refusing I believe is bad To break one's heart is in fact bad! Saying this, it flew from its place When it came near, the Spider jumped to lay the seize Hungry was the Spider for many days But now sitting at home, The fly was flown to its place!
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