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Tell one by one my scanty virtues o'er; As for my sins, forgive them by the score; Let not my faults kindle Thy wrath to flame; By blest Muhammad's tomb, forgive once more!

Grieve not at coming ill, you can't defeat it, And what far-sighted person goes to meet it? Cheer up! bear not about a world of grief, Your fate is fixed, and grieving will not cheat it.

There is a chalice made with wit profound, With tokens of the Maker's favour crowned; Yet the world's Potter takes his masterpiece, And dashes it to pieces on the ground!