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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
—Who but my sorry self? See! stars are out—Stars which, unconscious of thy gaze beneath,Go glorying, and glorify thee too—Those Seven Thrones, Zurah's beauty, weird Parwin!Whether shall love and praise to stars be paidOr—say—some Mubid who, for good to theeBlind at thy birth, by magic all his ownOpened thine eyes, and gave the sightless sight,Let the stars' glory enter? Say his charmWorked while thou layedst sleeping: as he wen:Thou wakedst: 'What a novel sense have I!Whom shall I love and praise?' 'The stars, each orbThou standest rapt beneath,' proposes one:'Do not they live their life, and please themselves,And so please thee? What more is requisite?'
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