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Rh Ask not me, as Muftis can,

To recite the Alcoran;

Well I love the meaning sweet,—

I tread the book beneath my feet.

Lo! the God's love blazes higher,

Till all difference expire.

What are Moslems? what are Giaours?

All are Love's, and all are ours.

I embrace the true believers,

But I reck not of deceivers.

Firm to Heaven my bosom clings,

Heedless of inferior things;

Down on earth there, underfoot,

What men chatter know I not.