What should my eyes, but an architect’s nimbleness, see in this shrine
Of the West? It knows nothing of God.
Mosque?—the Frankish illusionists have smuggled into the carcass
Of a shrine, an idol-hall’s soul! And who built this palace of idols?
Of a shrine, an idol-hall’s soul! And who built this palace of idols?
The same robbers whose hands have turned Damascus into a desert. |
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