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The free by dint of faqr Life’s secrets can disclose: With Gabriel faqr is bound By ties of kinship close.

The scholar, mystic and The bard, by thinking wrong, Many a bark have sunk, That was sound and strong.

You need a burning glance That cows down lions bold: Only the sheep and goats Heave sighs deep and cold.

Love’s physician scanned my face And thus he did bespeak, “You have no ailment, but Your zeal is faint and weak.”

The soul that knows no stain Is something quite discreet: The glow and tint of blood Is wrought by bread and meat.