Here is the wind in the morning;
The kind red face of God
Is looking over the hill
We are climbing.
To-morrow we are going to marry
And work and play together,
And laugh together at things
Which would not amuse our neighbours.
Song of Kafiristan.
Walking Up A Hill At Dawn
Edward Powys Mathers (as Translator)
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