ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
Rubaiyat
The Vine had struck a Fibre ; which about
If clinge my Being-let the Sufi flout;
Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key,
That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
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And this I know ; whether the one True Light,
Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite,
One glimpse of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright.
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O Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with Predestination round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
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