By Abu Hassan Alanbary

WHATE'ER thy fate, in life and death, Thou'rt doomed above us still to rise, Whilst at a distance far beneath We view thee with admiring eyes. (1 of 2)09/01/2008 16:01:17

The gazing crowds still round thee throng, Still to thy well-known voice repair,

As when erewhile thy hallowed tongue Poured in the mosque the solemn prayer.

Still, generous Vizier, we survey Thine arms extended o'er our head,

As lately, in the festive day, When they were stretched thy gifts to shed.

Earth's narrow bound'ries strove in vain To limit thy aspiring mind;

And now we see thy dust disdain Within her breast to be confined.

The earth's too small for one so great; Another mansion thou shalt have—

The clouds shall be thy winding-sheet, The spacious vault of heaven thy grave.

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