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Thou canst pass, like mornings breeze,Deep into the anemones,With a single breath discloseThe locked secrets of the rose,What is Life? The world, and all,To make Spirits captive thrall;Since the world has prisoned thee,How shalt thou bring this to be?Twas decreed, long since enow, Sun and moon to thee should bow, But as yet thou knowest not How thou canst achieve, and what.Take thou then a flask of wineFrom this tavern that is mine,And of one poor clod of earthThou shalt bring a world to birth.Iqbal! What bright lamp is itIn thy bosom thou bast lit,That the things thyself canst doThou in us canst fashion, too?