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Turn thee from grief nor care a jot! * Commit thy needs to Fate

and Lot! Enjoy the Present passing well * And let the Past be

clean forgot For whatso haply seemeth worse * Shall work thy weal

as Allah wot Allah shall do whate'er He wills * And in His will

oppose Him not.

And further still.-

To th' All wise Subtle One trust worldly things * Rest thee from

all whereto the worldling clings: Learn wisely well naught cometh

by thy will * But e'en as willeth Allah, King of Kings.

And lastly.-

Gladsome and gay forget thine every grief * Full often grief the

wisest hearts outwore: Thought is but folly in the feeble slave *

Shun it and so be saved evermore.