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Like a tulips flame I burn
In your presence as I turn;
By my life, and yours, I swear
Youth of Persia ever fair!
I have dived, and dived again
With my thoughts into lifes brain
Until I prevailed to find
Every secret of your mind.
Sun and moonI gazed on these
Far beyond the Pleiades,
And rebuilt a sanctuary
In your infidelity.
I have twisted well the blade
Till its edge was sharper made;
Pale the gleam and lustreless
Wasted in your wilderness.
My thoughts images dispense
To the Orients indigence
The bright ruby that I gain
From your mines of Badakhshan.
Comes the man, to free at last
Slaves confined in fetters fast;
Through the windows in the wall
Of your prison I see all.
Make a ring about me now;
In my breast a fires aglow
That your forebears lit one day,
Things of water and of clay;