Moment came the coveted: I finished my work many years.
Why does an incomprehensible sadness trouble me secretly?
Or, accomplishing the feat, I stand, as a day laborer unnecessary,
Priya its board, alien to the other?
I'm sorry or labor, silent night satellite,
Aurora's other golden, Penates other saints?
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