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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Mirza-Jussuf

By Friedrich von Bodenstedt (1819–1892)

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How critical a wight ’tis!

The day displeases him,

Because for him too bright ’tis.

He doesn’t like the rose,—

Her thorn a sad affront is;

And doesn’t like mankind,

Because its nose in front is.

On ev’rything he spies

His bitter bane he passes;

For naught escapes his eyes,

Except that he an ass is.

Thus, evermore at strife

With Art and Nature too,

By day and night he wanders

Through wastes of misty blue.

Mirza-Schaffy bemocks him

With sly and roguish eye,

And makes of all his bitterness

The sweetest melody.