Not always wealth, not always force,
A splendid destiny commands;

The lordly vulture gnaws the corse
That rots upon yon barren sands.

Nor want nor weakness still conspires
To bind us to a sordid state;

The fly, that with a touch expires,
Sips honey from the royal plate.

Translated by W. A. Clouston in Arabian Poetry for English Readers.

If anyone knows the text of the original Arabic, please let me know!

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