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Gazalo en Esperanton

La deziro, kiu ne havas la pasion, ĝi estas kiel gazaloj kiuj ne havas beheron,
La sopiro, kiu ne estas maltrankvila, ĝi estas kiel gazaloj kiuj ne havas beheron.

En kantoj, en sonoj, en la muziko, miaj oreloj serĉas la notojn de via voĉo,
Ĉiu al ili estas kiel sensignifa parolo, kiel gazaloj kiuj ne havas beheron.

Kiel la floro kiu havas nenian dolĉan bonodoron, kiel la memoro ŝtelita per la tempo,
La vivo pasas en la enuiga senanimado, kiel gazaloj kiuj ne havas beheron.

El la ĉielo de la silenton verŝas senĉese, senfine unu milda pluvado de mia larmoj,
Sennuba estas la grandega malpleno de la ĉielo, kiel gazaloj kiuj ne havas beheron.

Plenigu bonvolu ĉi tiujn senfruktajn ĉambrojn kun la multaj koloroj de via ridado,
Ĉi tiu domo staras ombra, sen ajna ŝirmejo, kiel gazaloj kiuj ne havas beheron.

Popolu la mallumo kun lo steloj, la malgrandaj sferoj de la briletantaj delicoj,
Alie, ekzistas nur unu vakua malfeliĉo, kiel gazaloj kiuj ne havas beheron.

Metu viajn piedojn tra mia sojlo, kaj purigu hejmon de lia melankolio,
Alikaze ĉi tiu daŭros senhejma 'Vaganto', kiel gazaloj kiuj ne havas beheron.
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