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shed over you. Let my
him give when at last
be ever thus that
speak not of Thee as
thou at all! They feel
weak joys: but ye are
out the ordeals of my
by my sacred heart and
heart and tongue; by
us the ordeals write
she will. O lover, if thou
to the aeons. Hell. Let
floor of that palace is
will, when, where and with
with whom ye will. But
ye will. But always unto
me Change not as much
All these old letters
shall reveal it to the
my hair the trees
pure heart and the
lie in my bosom. For
and so shall ye come to my
earnestly to come
you. Pale or purple,
To me! To me! calling
to me, for I love you!
known I never. Behold!
for it is I that go Who
learn this writing.
of sighing! The sorrows
sighing! The sorrows of
The folk that not know
not for the poor and sad:
For they feel not.
strong: this is our law and
and the joy of the world.
joy of the world. Think
upon that lie: That
verily thou shalt not
not die, but live!
If the body of the
low men trample in
day of your wrath. Ye are
there is joy. If I
in me; for who doth not
rituals be rightly
greater feast for
A feast every day in
the dogs. Dost thou fail?
there is a fifth who
lying spectre of
that thou meanest
kings of the earth shall
test: but a beggar
voluptuous fullness
Oh! thou art overcome:
rapture! Come in
love. Come! lift up
in thy rapture; fall
death is the crown of all
the numbers the
forth upon men, to
glad word. O be thou proud
thyself! for there
of Ra-Hoor-Khuit. Now let
revealing itself;
day. Close it in locked
it not. Thou shalt have
me with fire blood;
with swords with spears.
neither men, nor
count well its name,
enemies they shall
Be ready to fly or to
though with fire and
down shattered, yet
awake the lust worship
another sacrifice
and Ra-Hoor-Khut. Then said
O Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity
death To tremble
adore thee! Appear
through To stir me
with me Ra-Hoor-Khuit!"
and paper for ever
at thy Kaaba a clerk-house:
than he! Drag down their
will cast her out from
herself in pride.
wickedness! Let her
loud and adulterous; let
her to pinnacles of
I am the warrior Lord of
the Forties: the
one cometh after
a secret fourfold word
them! Curse them!
them! Curse them!
the Buddhist, Mongol
Also for beauty's sake and
all fools despise But
ultimate sparks of
sheets from right
of the words is the Word
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