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Stars on my bosom shine
Wept from these eyes of mine:
Lo, beyond heavens height;
Cast me the joy of sight;
Soared, though in dust I lay,
High oer the starry way,
Life of the embers glow
Likes me not, thou dost know.
All the worlds eve and morn
Are of my whirling born;
Thou knowst thismorn and eve
My soul can scarce receive.
Wine brimmed in heavens cup;
I took and drank it up;
Saqi! not sparing be
Another bowl for me!
Not both the worlds suffice
My follys avarice;
Earth is a passing day,
Heaven a passage-way.