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KÚZA-NÁMA.

LIX.

Listen again. One Evening at the Close

Of Ramazán, ere the better Moon arose,
⁠In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay Population round in Rows.

LX.

And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot

Some could articulate, while others not:
⁠And suddenly one more impatient cried—
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"

LXI.

Then said another—"Surely not in vain

"My substance from the common Earth was ta'en,
⁠"That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
"Should stamp me back to common Earth again."

LXII.

Another said—"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy

"Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
⁠"Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
"And Fansy, in an after Rage destroy!"