Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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Why in the concourse dost thou seek

The poet’s wild, ecstatic shriek,

Or lookest for another’s riot,

Whose heart is troubled and unquiet?

My affluent muse was taught by thee

To swim the waves of melody;

Why seekest thou the gem? Behold,

My pierced heart dotb the sea enfold.

Except within thy presence there

I stand. I cannot breathe my prayer:

My heart before thy feet I fling—

What else should unbeliever bring?