Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی
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Never lover true is heWho lamenteth dolefully;Lover he, who in his boldHath the double world controlled.Lover true is passionateSelfboods world to recreate,Not content to be enfurledBy a bounded, finite world.Wakeful heart was never givenEuropes scientist.by heaven;All that God has marked him byIs the speculative eye.Love he knows not, and the BrainSnake like bites into his vein,Even though his golden cupFlowing ruby filleth up.Take the lees I give ; for lo!In the taverns that I knowAged vintner never moreStands, the young, fierce wine to pour