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THE FORTY NAILS (“QIRQ-TANÉ CHIVI”)

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(From the Turkish)

Each time a bitter grief assails,
And lov'd ones hence depart,
The proverb says that forty nails
Are planted in the heart,
Whence, day by day, despite our pain,
A nail is bound to fall;
But one will evermore remain,
The sharpest of them all.
Alas, alas! my heart and I
Well know that this is true!
How many nails, in days gone by,
Have pierced us through and through!

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And some have dropped, as years went on,
For all our grief and pain,
But still, in spite of what are gone,
Full forty more remain.
Full forty more, ah, woe is me!
That grief will not let fall,
And one there is must ever be
The sharpest of them all!