{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/arp/arp028.htm","path":"isl/arp/arp028.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/arp/arp028.htm","text":"Arabian Poetry, by W. A. Clouston, [1881]\nWhat bliss can wealth afford to me,\n When life's last solemn hour I see?\u2014\n When Mavia's sympathising sighs\n Will but augment my agonies?\nCan hoarded gold dispel the gloom\n That death must shed around his tomb?\n Or cheer the ghost which hovers there,\n And fills with shrieks the desert air?\nWhat boots it, Mavia, in the grave,\n Whether I loved to waste or save?\n The hand that millions now can grasp\n In death no more than mine shall clasp.\nWere I ambitious to behold\n Increasing stores of treasured gold,\n Each tribe that roves the desert knows\n I might be wealthy, if I chose.\nWith brow unaltered I can see\n The hour of wealth or poverty:\n I've drunk from both the cups of Fate,\n Nor this could sink, nor that elate.\nWith fortune blest, I ne\u2019er was found\n To look with scorn on those around;\n Nor for the loss of paltry ore,\n Shall Hatem seem to Hatem poor.","title":"Arabian Poetry: Shorter Pieces of Arabian Poetry: On Avar...","type":"page"}