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What is the world? The temple of my thought, the seen projection of my wakeful eye;
Rise like the morning air and learn to blow again; tulip and rose are fair; play gently with their train, deep in the rosebud’s heart learn how to stab thy dart.
Either do not tell the Muslim to put his life at risk, or else breathe a new soul into this worn-out frame. Do one thing or the other!
The East, that holds the heavens fast within the noose its fancy cast, its spirit’s bonds are all united, the flames of its desire have died.
When the tulip’s heart I viewed with the gaze of certitude, all I saw was ecstasy, sighs, and sobbing bitterly.