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Knowledge and reason work in manner strange, In case of Love ’gainst heart and sight they range.

The end of Muslim folk I know full well, On theoretic points their preachers dwell.

Though bird of mead hovers my lodge around, Yet has no share of my melodious sound.

The Turks, I hear, between the lines can read, Who can this verse so odd convey with speed?

ʺYou take the West for neighbour sweet and dear, Though Stars to land of yours are close and near.ʺ