Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی
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One by one we count our breathOn the narrow road to death;Like a raging sea we roarAs we walk along the shore.Though the terror of the seaGives to none security,In the secret of the shellSelf-preserving we may dwell.Ask them not to price the heart,Money-changers of the mart;We can estimate aloneThe true merit of our stone.Tribute none is asked of usFor our fiefdom ruinous; Beggars sitting by the road, We are princes of our- blood.There is one (O wonderful!)Dwells beside me in my soul;Who shall say, if it be theeOr myself, I meet in me?Draw aside fates veil, I pray,From this Adam shaped of clay;On thy path precipitateFor our coming we await.