Potential Titles: Hatim al-Tai

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How frail are riches and their joys - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

Morn builds the heap which eve destroys - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

Yet can they leave one sure delight - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

What bliss can wealth afford to me - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

Will but augment my agonies - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

And fills with shrieks the desert air - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

The hand that millions now can grasp - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

Increasing stores of treasured gold - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

Far other wishes warm my heart - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle

I've drunk from both the cups of Fate - Hatim al-Tai "On Avarice" transl. by Joseph Dacre Carlyle


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