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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Book Of Timur - To Suleika
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FITTING perfumes to prepare,

And to raise thy rapture high,
Must a thousand rosebuds fair

First in fiery torments die.

One small flask`s contents to glean,

Whose sweet fragrance aye may live,
Slender as thy finger e`en,

Must a world its treasures give;

Yes, a world where life is moving,

Which, with impulse full and strong,
Could forbode the Bulbul`s loving,

Sweet, and spirit-stirring song.

Since they thus have swell`d our joy,

Should such torments grieve us, then?
Doth not Timur`s rule destroy

Myriad souls of living men?
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