An Arab king was sick in his state of decrepitude so that all
hopes of life were cut off. A trooper entered the gate with the good
news that a certain fort had been conquered by the good luck of the
king, that the enemies had been captured and that the whole population
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When death knocks at the doors of our hearts the head bows down and leaves behind every material things which life acquired or desired. Fantastic poem.