Bagatelle
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jerry hughes
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Pela Zêrîn
I write to you in jingles
and babble on in speech,
of what I ever fail to know
and therefore cannot teach.
The riddle of the fleeting joy,
uncaptured glimpse of truth.
Elusive as an elfin child,
as lost as vanished youth.
Religion of pure beauty,
what nobler one to reach?
But this joy I have never snared,
and thus, I cannot teach.
Wergereke vê helbestê zêde bike ·
Vê helbestê puan bike
Hê xal nehatiye dayîn
Şîrove
Ji bo şîrovekirinê divê tu têkevî.
TêkeveHê ti şîrove li ser vê helbestê nehatiye kirin. Tu yê yekem be.