LVII

Oh, 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?

LVIII

Oh, Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make

And who with Eden didst devise the Snake;

For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man

Is blacken’d, Man’s Forgiveness give — and take!

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KÚZA-NÁMA.

LIX

LISTEN again. One Evening at the Close

Of Ramazán, ere the better Moon arose,

In that old Potter’s Shop I stood alone

With the clay Population round in Rows.