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I wish that Allah would rebuild these skies, And earth, and that at once, before my eyes, And either raze my name from off his roll, Or else relieve my dire necessities!

Lord! make thy bounty's cup for me to flow, And bread unbegged for day by day bestow; Yea, with thy wine make me beside myself. No more to feel the headache of my woe!

Omar! of burning heart, perchance to burn In hell, and feed its bale-fires in thy turn. Presume not to teach Allah clemency, For who art thou to teach, or he to learn?