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Bury me not! Me ye are forbidden to bury,
But thou, Ummu 'Amir, soon wilt feast and make merry,
When foes bear away my head, wherein is the best of me,
And leave on the battle-field for thee all the rest of me.
Here nevermore I hope to live glad—a stranger
Accurst, whose wild deeds have brought his people in danger.
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