From The Divan

My thoughts impelled me to the resting-place
Where sleep my parents, many a friend and brother.
I asked them (no one heard and none replied):
“Do ye forsake me, too, oh father, mother?”
Then from the grave, without a tongue, these cried,
And showed my own place waiting by their side.

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