LXXIII
"What is thy faith and creed," they ask of me,
"And who art thou? Unseal thy pedigree."—
I am the child of Time, my tribe, mankind,
And now this world's my caravanseri.
LXXIV
Swathe thee in wool, my Sufi friend, and go
Thy way; in cotton I the wiser grow;
But we ourselves are shreds of earth, and soon
The Tailor of the Universe will sew.
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