I wheedle, too, even like my slave Zeidun, Who robs at dawn his brother, and at noon Prostrates himself in prayer—ah, let us pray That Night might blot us and our sins, and soon.
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I wheedle, too, even like my slave Zeidun, Who robs at dawn his brother, and at noon Prostrates himself in prayer—ah, let us pray That Night might blot us and our sins, and soon.