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Poem 5

To the Impoverished lad Thou yield gems with glad To the poor pernicious sinner Thou comfort him to be a winner Thou cured thy father’s affliction During pre life in Allah’s contemplation Will thou not turn thy eyes to me - pleased? And cure me as I am diseased! Oh good Lion King! Saints searching thee in multitude twinkling The learned praised Prince! Altering the poor face wince