Untitled XVII

#listen-container { display: inline-block; padding: 9px 15px; background: #10578E; cursor: pointer; transition: all 0.3s ease; border: 1px solid #1791ef; border-bottom: 1px solid #156caf; -webkit-box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; -moz-box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; } #listen-container:hover { background: #2f9cf1; } #listen-container a { color: #fff; } .listen-container-svg { fill: #fff; height: 20px; width: 22px; margin-right: 5px; } #text-player { margin-right: 0; display: inline-block; font-size: 16px; top: -3px; position: relative; float: none; font-family: "Roboto","sans-serif"; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; } Listen to this Poem Your browser does not support the audio element. I wonder-is anyone here A stranger as forlorn as I? His heart wounded, his eyes tearful A stranger as forlorn as I? Let no one be lonesome like me Or writhe in exile's agony. Teacher, I hope no one will be A stranger as forlorn as I. They'll say, "He's dead. that sad stranger" Hearing of it three days later, They'll wash my corpse in cold water A stranger as forlorn as I. Yunus gets no help nor pity. No cure for his calamity, Drifting from city to city A stranger as forlorn as I.