Rubayi 059
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From mosque an outcast, and to church a foe, Allah! of what clay didst thou form me so? Like skeptic monk, or ugly courtesan, No hopes have I above, no joys below. |
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From mosque an outcast, and to church a foe, Allah! of what clay didst thou form me so? Like skeptic monk, or ugly courtesan, No hopes have I above, no joys below. |
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