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O Soul from whose hands, do you desire
That from your self study the moon is lessened
The goodness of the world go to a feast
Your feast is adorned with your own face

 

Nic 363

Ce firmament est comme une écuelle renversée sur nos têtes. Les hommes perspicaces y sont humiliés et sans force; mais voyez l'amitié qui règne entre la coupe et le flacon. Ils sont lèvre contreve lèvre, et entre eux coule le sang.

P 707

Soul, by whose aid upreared thy horn hast thou
That moon with face thus put to scorn hast thou?
All other fair their faces with the Feast,
But with thy face the Feast adornest Thou.

Th 480

What power, O Soul, was it that raised thee e'er?
The moon to thy sweet face doth not compare;
Earth's fair adorn their faces with the Feast,
But thy dear face maketh the Feast more fair!

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