Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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Greed is acting still his play

This world to dominate;

What new turbulence, I pray,

Behind Heaven’s veil doth wait?

Now and now Mind breaketh through

What idols it designed;

Come, for Love believeth true,

And infidel is Mind.

Thou’rt the Leader of the train;

Then labour fiercely still;

In our tribe, he rule doth gain

Who hath a warrior’s will.

Thou hast closed thine eyes, and said,

"The world’s a dream, no less":

Open thine eves; this dream-abed

Is all of wakefulness.

In thy solitude, alone,

Create a company;

Love, that’s made to know the

One, The Many loves to see.

But an instant quivered he

Ere to the saddle bound–

Fortunate gazelle, to he

So singled out to wound!

In the garden and the mead

I sow my jewelled air;

Precious goods, yet cheap indeed

When there are none to hear.