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Written in London

Thou art yet region-bound, Transcend the limits of space; Transcend the narrow climes Of the East and the West.

For selfless deeds of men Rewards are less mundane; Transcend the houris’ glances, The pure, celestial wine.

Ravishing in its power Is beauty in the West; Thou bird of paradise, Resist this earthly trap.

With a mountain-cleaving assault, Bridging the East and West, Despise all defences, And become a sheathless sword.

Thy imam is unabsorbed, Thy prayer is uninspired, Forsake an imam like him, Forsake a prayer like this.