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I bought a young and lovely bride,
          Paying her father gold;
Lamblike she rested by my side,
          As cold as ice is cold.
No love in her could I awake,
          Even for pity's sake.

I bought rich books I could not read,
          And pictures proud and rare;
Reproachfully they seemed to plead
          And hunger for my care;
But to their beauty I was blind,
          Even as is a hind.

The bearded merchants heard my cry:
          'I'll give all I posses
If only, only I can buy
          A little happiness.'
Alas! I sought without avail:
          They had not that for sale.

I gave my riches to the poor
          And dared the desert lone;
Now of God's heaven I am sure
          Though I am rag and bone . . .
Aye, richer than the Aga Khan,
          At last--a happy man.

Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 1:57 PM | Viewed: 2194 times

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