به يکتا



,I envy light that wakes him
And bells that boldly ring
- To tell him it is noon abroad
,Myself his noon could bring

,I envy seas whereon he rides
I envy spokes of wheels
Of chariots that him convey
I envy speechless hills

,That gaze upon his journey
How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
.As heaven , unto me

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