when day is done
if the day is done
if birds sing no more
if the wind has fiagged tired
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon meeven as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closedthe petals of the drooping lotus at duskfrom the traverer
whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is endedwhose garment is to and dust-laden
whose strength is exhausted，remove shame and povertyand renew his life like a flower under
the cover of thy kindly night
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