Quid geris extremis positus telluris in oris, cultor harenarum vates, cui litus arandum oceani finem iuxta solemque cadentem, vilis harundineis cohibet quem pergula tectis et tinguit piceo lacrimosa colonica fumo?
What dost thou, dwelling on earths farthest verge, poetic tiller of the sands, who must plough the shore next Oceans border and the setting sun, whom a poor hovel, thatched with reeds, confines, and a peasants hut smothers with sooty smoke that brings tears to the eyes?
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