Bulbul's song, through night hours cold
B ULBUL'S song, through night hours cold,
Rose to Allah's throne on high;
To reward her melody,
Giveth he a cage of gold.
Such a cage are limbs of men,—
Though at first she feels confin'd,
Yet when all she brings to mind,
Straight the spirit sings again.
Rose to Allah's throne on high;
To reward her melody,
Giveth he a cage of gold.
Such a cage are limbs of men,—
Though at first she feels confin'd,
Yet when all she brings to mind,
Straight the spirit sings again.
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