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But whether of dust or fire or foam, the glaive Of Allah cleaves the planet and the wave
 * Of this mysterious Heaven-Sea of life,

And lo! we have the Cradle of the Grave.

The Grave and Cradle, the untiring twain. Who in the markets of this narrow lane
 * Bordered of darkness, ever give and take

In equal measure—what's the loss or gain?