Earth's narrow boundaries strove in vain

To limit thy aspiring mind,

And now we see thy dust disdain

Within her breast to be confin'd.

The earth's too small for one so great,

Another mansion thou shalt have—

The clouds shall be thy winding sheet,

The spacious vault of heaven thy grave.

CAPRICES OF FORTUNE[42]

(By Shems Almaali Cabus)