Rubayi 271
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To-day to heights of rapture have I soared, Yea, and with drunken Maghs pure wine adored; I am become beside myself, and rest In that pure temple, "Am not I your Lord?" 273. |
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To-day to heights of rapture have I soared, Yea, and with drunken Maghs pure wine adored; I am become beside myself, and rest In that pure temple, "Am not I your Lord?" 273. |
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