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And the Dervish spat
in his cloak and said:
When at last
we screwed the coffin lid down on him,
he was saying, GOD IS MY LORD ,
DEATHLESS, ETERNAL .
He loved God and stood in fear of Him,
he held Him in reverence
in himself and in others.
But, Sire, should you happen to catch
a glimpse of God
it would make the mountains
and the sea get up and follow you.
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