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 But once, while lingering in the doleful shades, Among the fallen, wine-stained colonnades Of what was once thy temple, where still troll, With languid step, the spirit of pagan maids, I saw thee, Allah, coming through the glades With food of love and from thy scrip I stole
 * A jasmine for my hungry soul.