Chapter LXXXIX
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If my house-swallow, laboring with zest, Felt like myself the burden of unrest, Unlightened by inscrutable designs, She would not build her young that cozy nest.
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Thy life with guiltless life-blood do not stain-- Hunt not the children of the woods; in vain Thou'lt try one day to wash thy bloody hand: Nor hunter here nor hunted long remain.
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The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-AlaChapter LXXXIX
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