Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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Whether the world be foul or fair,

With a smile fare on;

Forth from the nest, the cage, the snare,

The bower, be gone!

Though stranger thou art, and dost not know

How the way doth wend,

In a bold, familiar manner go

In the lane of the Friend.

Each breath that thou drawest, differently

The world adorn;

Within this ancient hostelry

Swift as Time be borne.

If Gabriel lay his hand on thy rein,

And the Houris, too,

With a loving glance pass on again

As fair charmers do.