Poems of James Clarence Mangan (Many hitherto uncollected): Centenary edition: Edited, with preface and notes by D. J. O'Donoghue: Introduction by John Mitchel |
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Bismillah! And, O Soffee! whensoever the glitter of money meets thine eye, avert thy face! It were better for thee to lodge a serpent in thy bosom than a money-purse.
Money (saith Seyd Ul-ud-Deen) eats the soul as a cancer,
Whoso loves money has more than the guilt of Ben-Manser.
Wouldst thou, O Soffee! keep clear of the snare that entangles
Those whom at night on their couches the Evil One strangles,
Ask not and task not, abstain from extortion and fleecing—
Such are the tone and the tune of the ditty that we sing.
Whoso loves money has more than the guilt of Ben-Manser.
Wouldst thou, O Soffee! keep clear of the snare that entangles
Those whom at night on their couches the Evil One strangles,
Ask not and task not, abstain from extortion and fleecing—
Such are the tone and the tune of the ditty that we sing.
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