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Majestas Populi

Majesty of the nature of man! In crowds shall I seek thee?
'Tis with only a few that thou hast made thine abode.
Only a few ever count; the rest are but blanks of no value,
And the prizes are hid 'neath the vain stir that they make.

Main Aur Mera Khuda

lakhon shaklon k mele main tanha rahna mera kam
bhes badal kar dekhte rahna tez hawaon ka kohram
ek taraf awaz ka suraj ek taraf ik gungi sham
ek taraf jismon ki Khushbu ek taraf is ka anjam
ban gaya qatil mere liye to apni hi nazaron ka dam
sab se bara hai nam Khuda ka us k bad hai mera nam

Mai

Foraars-Flor, og Foraarslærke-Sang,
Eders Knoppe, snart, og Triller, svinde;
Kort er Vaaren i mit Danevang; -
O! men desto længer er dens Minde.