We urge on our endeavor to conquer the world of the senses,
Confident as a horseman putting his mount at the fences.
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I dwell in dust and sing, and my song is most sweet;
For although I lie prostrate I do not entreat.
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God is all-merciful—but don’t expect from him
Kindness according to your own mind’s cut and trim.
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The income from an industrial complex cannot buy
That which the meanest of God’s lovers obtains with one sigh.
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Materialistic progress is our present Pharaoh;
But our Moses has come to demand, Let my people go.
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Eyeless are we in Gaza, chained as slaves to the wheel
Of progress, with the threat of the bomb for our doom-seal.
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We are the displaced persons of the world, the dispossessed
We present protests and complaints, but no wrongs are redressed.
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We sat down by the River of Dust and made a new song
In praise of our Lord the Innkeeper whose wine is sweet and strong.
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The destination of all roads is the wineshop door.
Some are direct expressways, some wind round the seashore.
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