Hope
My old goat, don’t cry or sigh! Be steadfast; you must not die.
The spring comes soon and the sky will be blue and this shall pass.
Good things come to those who wait. Together with a fair mate
You’ll enjoy a lovely fate. You’ll have melon and green grass.
Out of the pen, on the plain, you’ll forget your current pain,
No longer will you complain. You’ll be happy with your lass.
In the fields you’ll bound and fart together with your sweetheart,
Among many a blithe hart, many a sheep, cow and a*s*s.
Just don’t worry. Don’t be sad! You’ll soon certainly be glad.
Sacred love will drive you mad. These hard, bad days will soon pass.
1.29.2014
— Based on a popular ironic Persian proverb ("Boz'æk næ'mi:r bæ'haar mi:'aad" literally translating to "Keep alive, O little goat; the spring shall come!")
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