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LIV
I tell Thee this — When, starting from the Goal,
Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwín and Mushtara they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.
LV
The Vine had struck a Fibre ; which about
If clings my Being — let the Súfi flout ;
Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key,
That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
