23: O Dwellers In The City Of Love! Mortal Blasts Have Beset The Everlasting Candle

O DWELLERS IN THE CITY OF LOVE! Mortal blasts have beset the everlasting

candle, and the beauty of the celestial Youth is veiled in the darkness of

dust. The chief of the monarchs of love is wronged by the people of

tyranny and the dove of holiness lies prisoned in the talons of owls. The

dwellers in the pavilion of glory and the celestial concourse bewail and

lament, while ye repose in the realm of negligence, and esteem yourselves

as of the true friends. How vain are your imaginings!

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