Swathe thee in wool, my Sufi friend, and go Thy way; in cotton I the wiser grow; But we ourselves are shreds of earth, and soon The Tailor of the Universe will sew.
LXXIV
79
Swathe thee in wool, my Sufi friend, and go Thy way; in cotton I the wiser grow; But we ourselves are shreds of earth, and soon The Tailor of the Universe will sew.