Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the wind.
Babylon! where is thy might? It is gone in the wind.
Like. the swift shadows of Noon, like the dreams
 of the Blind,
Vanish the glories and pomps of the earth in the
 wind.

Man! canst thou build upon aught in the pride of
 thy mind?
Wisdom will teach thee that nothing can tarry
 behind;
Though there be thousand bright actions
 embalmed and enshrined,
Myriads and millions of brighter are snow in the
 wind.

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the
 wind.
Babylon! where is thy might? It is gone in the
 wind.
All that the genius of Man hath achieved or
 designed
Waits but its hour to be dealt with as dust by the
 wind.

Say, what is Pleasure? A phantom, a mask undefined;
Science? An almond, whereof we can pierce but
 the rind;
Honour and Affluence? Firmans that Fortune hath
 signed
Only to glitter and pass on the wings of the wind.

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the
 wind.
Babylon! where is thy might? It is gone in the
 wind.
Who is the Fortunate? He who in anguish hath
 pined!

He shall rejoice when his relics are dust in the
 wind!

Mortal! be careful with what thy best hopes are
 entwined;
Woe to the miners for Truth - where the Lampless
 have mined!
Woe to the seekers on earth for - what none
 ever find!
They and their trust shall be scattered like leaves
 on the wind.

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the
 wind.
Solomon! where is thy might? It is gone in the
 wind.
Pity in death are they only whose hearts have
 consigned
Earth's aflections and longings and cares to the
 wind.

Pity, thou, reader! the madness of poor Humankind,
Raving of Knowledge, - and Satan so busy to
 blind!
Raving of Glory, - like me, - for the garlands I
 bind
Garlands of song are but gathered, and - strewn
 in the wind!

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the wind.
Babylon! where is thy might? It is gone in the wind.
I, Abul-Namez, must rest; for my fire hath
 declined,
And I heat voices from Hades like bells on the
 wind.