O one, who has already passed away, There is not even a smell of soul in you, Go away. Love of the one whose soul is alive doesn't wash death. Fall will never become spring, Never. And spring doesn't have the bad manners of fall. Love is like a treasure. You don't have a grain of treasure. I am the wine of harvest season. You haven't had a spark from the fire of love. Your curtain is not woven by wool. It is made by jealousy. Your tongue becomes like a beggar Behind the door because of the words. How long will you be embracing a dead sweetheart? Iago's jealousy drives him to ruin Othello's life and ultimately destroys his own life as well. Be not able by unwise delay. They exit.
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O one, who has already passed away,
There is not even a smell of soul in you,
Go away.
Love of the one whose soul is alive doesn't wash death.
Fall will never become spring, Never.
And spring doesn't have the bad manners of fall.
Love is like a treasure.
You don't have a grain of treasure.
I am the wine of harvest season.
You haven't had a spark from the fire of love.
Your curtain is not woven by wool.
It is made by jealousy.
Your tongue becomes like a beggar
Behind the door because of the words.
How long will you be embracing a dead sweetheart?
Iago's jealousy drives him to ruin Othello's life and ultimately destroys his own life as well.
Be not able by unwise delay.
They exit.