“For gen’erous youth,” an Arab saith,
“Jahim’s the only genial state;
“Give us the fire but not the shame
with the sad, sorry blest to mate.”
And if your Heav’en and Hell be true,
and Fate that forced me to be born
Force me to Heav’en or Hell—I go,
and hold Fate’s insolence in scorn.
I want not this, I want not that,
already sick of Me and Thee;
And if we’re both transform’d and changed,
what then becomes of Thee and Me?