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Hunters Song

Edward Powys Mathers (As Translator)

Not a stone from my black sling
Ever misses anything,
But the arrows of your eye
Surer shoot and faster fly.

Not one creature that I hit
Lingers on to know of it,
But the game that falls to love
Lives and lingers long enough.

From the Turkic.

(C) Edward Powys Mathers (as Translator)
03/10/2020


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