|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Sir Edwin Arnold. (18321904)|
| He who died at Azan sends|
This to comfort all his friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, Abdallahs dead!
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mineit is not I.
| After Death in Arabia.|
| What good I see humbly I seek to do|
And live obedient to the law, in trust
That what will come and must come will come well.
| The Light of Asia.|
| We are the voices of the wandering wind,|
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
| The Devas Song.|