'Tis naught but smoke this people's fire doth bear,
'Tis naught but smoke this people's fire doth bear,
For my well-being not a soul doth care;
With hands fate makes me lift up in despair,
I grasp men's skirts, but find no succour there.
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Omar Khayyam
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