Have you come, O humanity, to your perfection
Has the pulse in my chest calmed down today?
For long I've not smiled, joy kept at bay.
I can't laugh amidst the mirthful throng,
Though in the midst of the joyful song.
Wisdom is cheap, but laughter is meeting rare,
Words lose their worth; everyone seems unaware.
Since sand turned to mountains,
Nothing I've eaten has settled inside.
The singer spoke, pretending to lead the way,
What’s the worth of a falcon to a sparrow, I say?
Not discerning the noble from the rot situation,
Have you come, O humanity, to your perfection?
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