[XLII.]
Thou shouldst have given to me the robe and crown
And made me king of kings,
Or dressed me in the tattered darwesh gown,
Poorest of earthly things.
O that I were thy fool to do thy will,
Simple and led by thee!
What meaning have my knowledge and my skill,
They have no worth to me.
Lo, thou hast made me as the dust that flies