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The world's annoys I rate not at one grain,
So I eat once a day, I don't complain;
    And, since earth's kitchen yields no solid food,
I pester no man with petitions vain.


Never from worldly toils have I been free,
Never for one short moment glad to be!
    I served a long apprenticeship to fate,
But yet of fortune gained no mastery.


One hand with Koran, one with wine-cup dight,
I half incline to wrong, and half to right;
    The azure-marbled sky looks down on me
A sorry Moslem, yet not heathen quite.

345.   C. L. N. A. I. J.   In line 3 the Alif in az is not treated as an Alif i wasl.   Bl., Pros. 10.

346.   C. L. N. A. I. J.   Ek dam zadan, 'For one moment.'