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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Azolan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At village lived, in days of yore,<br>A youth bred in Mahomet's lore;<br>His well-turned limbs were formed with grace,<br>With blooming beauty glowed his face;<br>His name was Azolan, with care<br>The Koran he had written fair;<br>Was on its study ever bent,<br>To get it all by heart he meant.<br>From the most early youth his breast<br>By zeal for Gabriel was possessed;<br>This minister of the most high<br>Descended to him from the sky.<br>'The zeal that in thy bosom glows,'<br>Said he, 'thy guardian Gabriel knows:<br>To Gabriel gratitude is dear,<br>To make your fortune I'm come here;<br>You'll in short time as first divine<br>Of Medina and Mecca shine;<br>This, next to his place who is chief<br>Of all who hold the true belief,<br>Is the most high and wealthy station<br>In holy Mahomet's donation.<br>When you your duties once begin,<br>Honors on all sides will pour in;<br>But you a solemn oath must make<br>The whole sex female to forsake;<br>To lead a life most chaste, and ne'er<br>But through a grate to view the fair.'<br>Too hastily the beauteous boy,<br>That he church treasures might enjoy,<br>Fell easily into the snare,<br>Nor of his folly was aware.<br>Our new-made imam was elate,<br>Seeing himself become so great;<br>His joy the salary enhanced,<br>Which was immediately advanced<br>by a clerk of important air,<br>Who with him still went share and share.<br>No joy can dignity supply,<br>Nor wealth, should love his aid deny.<br>Amina fair by chance he spies,<br>With youthful bloom and charming eyes;<br>He loves Amina, she in turn<br>For him feels love's flame equal burn.<br>Each morning as the day returned,<br>The youth, who with love's flames still burned,<br>Being by his cursed oath enchained,<br>Of his sad slavery complained,<br>Avowing freely in his heart,<br>That he had played a foolish part.<br>'Then, Medina, farewell,' he cried,<br>'Mecca, vain pomp and foolish pride;<br>Amina, mistress of my breast,<br>We'll both live in my village blessed.'<br>From heaven the archangel made descent,<br>Severely to reproach him bent:<br>The tender lover thus replies:<br>'Do but behold my mistress' eyes;<br>I find of me you've made a jest,<br>I'm by your contract quite distressed;<br>With all you gave I'll freely part,<br>I ask alone Amina's heart.<br>The prudent and the sacred lore<br>Of Mahomet I must adore;<br>Love's joys he grants to the elect,<br>Nay, he allows them to expect<br>Aminas and eternal love,<br>In his bright Paradise above.<br>To heaven again, dear Gabriel, go,<br>My zeal for you shall still o'erflow;<br>To the empyrean then repair;<br>Without my love I'd not go there.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Voltaire">Voltaire</a><div class=q>
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A youth bred in Mahomet's lore;
His well-turned limbs were formed with grace,
With blooming beauty glowed his face;
His name was Azolan, with care
The Koran he had written fair;
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