Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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This ancient universe

New youth must now rehearse,

Its trembling blade of grass

Huge mountains should surpass.

The handful of poor clay

That did a glance display

All-viewing, in the brain

Must shape a cry of pain.

Our aged moon and sun

The course have never run;

Fresh stars we must pursue

To build the world anew.

Each image of delight

That dawns upon my sight

Is fair; yet fairer still

The image that I will.

God said, "The world so lies,

And say not otherwise";

Said Adam, "So I see;

But thus it ought to be!"