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Ill we speak not nor inclining Practise to despite, not we;
Make not blue our wede nor blacken Face of any wight, not we.

Ill the dervish or the puissant 'Tis to blame for less or more;
The essential is, we do not Aught ourselves unright, not we.

In content the world we traverse, In the sight of wayfarers;
Of black horse and gilded saddle Reck we not a mite, not we.

Ne'er the charact'ry of error In the book of lore we write;
Nor Truth's secrets with the juggler's Gear do we unite, not we.

If the pietist forbid us From the winecup, better 'tis
That we honour not the lurdane With our liquor bright, not we.

If the king with rev'rence drink not Of the topers' dregs, his case
We'll not render bright and shining By our blessing's might, not we.

Heav'n the bark of men of merit Wrecketh: better 'tis we trust
Not to this inverted ocean, Hung in yonder height, not we.

If an envier aught of evil Utter and a friend be vexed,
Say, " Content thee; for we hearken Not the witless wight, not we. "

If the adversary, Hafiz, Falsehood speak, we'll heed him not;
But, if truth he utter, never 'Gainst the truth we'll fight, not we.
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